The outline of Soul Fire lit up between Maple Sugar's brows.
Her Deity Talent word, "Four Seasons."
Her understanding of this word was still unclear. Only a faint layer of fluorescence filled the outline of her Soul Fire, like a progress bar at just 2%. She had spoken to players who had lit up their Deity Talent words, and it was the same for everyone.
This apparent progress bar represented not only a certain energy she could draw upon, but also the current strength of her Deity Talent word's abilities.
A magic array large enough to cover the enormous Clock Dial lit up beneath her feet.
"Four Seasons"-Winter.
The spear in Maple Sugar's hands transformed. The blazing flames at its tip became ice flame, and every part of Mistblade struck by the ice flame, or even merely brushed by its trailing fire, lost all sensation.
This state lasted only two seconds!
Clang-the Blood Mist Saber in her right hand fell.
Mistblade's right wrist had frozen solid. She continued attacking with her left hand and the third saber held in her mouth, refusing to give up as she tried to dispel the strange condition affecting her right hand.
But it was useless. A Deity Talent word was already a concept. Unless her attributes overwhelmingly surpassed her opponent's, allowing her to resist the immense effects of her opponent's Deity Talent word through that enormous disparity, only another Deity Talent word could dispel it.
Mistblade hesitated no longer. Azure flames blazed again, light and shadow shone between the Moon Fox's brows, and she used her own Deity Talent word, "Prisoner."
Like Maple Sugar, she could not draw upon much of its power.
At present, she could use "Prisoner" only once a day, and it could imprison her opponent's thoughts for only five seconds.