At last, she had been lured here...
Beneath the cover of the thorn forest, a petite figure watched Arcueid, surrounded on all sides, through gaps in the bushes. Her heaving chest gradually calmed, and she let out a relieved breath, her eyes carrying the lingering relief of a survivor.
She had lived. Again!
Yet after the first combined assault failed to achieve its expected result, the three Ancestors hunting together and the White Princess in midair faced each other from afar, each harboring some apprehension.
Roah's scarlet eyes swept across the rustling thorny vines nearby and the increasingly dense white mist of the dead. His gaze flickered, and he shouted loudly.
"Hold her off. I'll deal with the other one."
Then, without waiting for his three allies to react, Roah decisively withdrew from the battlefield and headed toward the entrance at the front of Fuhai Lin. After several leaps, he vanished from everyone's sight.
With those words and actions, the delicate balance was instantly shattered.
"Scum! Stop right there!"
Arcueid's heart tightened. Gritting her teeth, she charged forward, intending to break through the blockade of her three opponents.
However, the three Ancestors clearly had no intention of watching their prey break out and letting such a formidable enemy go for nothing.
For a moment, Fuhai Lin's bloodsucking thorns, Predator Duke Stanrob Calhin's devouring mist, and Cromclay Petaschak's thaumaturgical diffraction all activated in unison, attacking Arcueid at the center.
A great battle had begun.
In an instant, intersecting streams of magical energy collided and exploded in midair. Deafening detonations rose one after another, dyeing the blue-white sky in a riot of colors.
Nearby, Roah halted and looked back at the fiercely clashing battlefield. His scarlet eyes glimmered faintly, while the corners of his lips curled into a satisfied smile.
After all,