"—Unleash a beam of light, sacred wooden bow, thou art a master archer—"
As the Cannon Dragons growled and bared their fangs, compressing the swelling flames within their mouths, Lefiya almost instinctively raised her staff and began chanting.
A dazzling magic circle spun across the ground beneath the elven mage and began to expand, steadily refining Lefiya's mental energy into magic power as it slowly pulsed.
"Awaken—!"
At the same time, Ais softly chanted a brief spell, summoning a whirlwind around herself that wrapped around both her weapon and body.
"—Take aim, elven archer, pierce through, arrow that never misses—"
The next second, amid Lefiya's pleasant chanting voice, Ais, wrapped in wind from head to toe, charged out. In an instant, she closed in on a Cannon Dragon, and the silver sword in her hand flashed, leaving a wound that burst with blood across the crimson dragon's body.
The Cannon Dragon howled in pain, but the ferocity in its eyes only intensified. A dragon tail rose behind it and swept toward Ais like it was clearing an army.
The whip-like tail carried a shriek of wind sharp enough to hurt the eardrums as it lashed out like a blurred black shadow.
Judging by that force, if it struck her, even with magic protecting her, Ais would still be injured.
But that was only if it could hit her.
Riding the wind, Ais had already leapt lightly away from the sweeping tail. Her figure became a gust of wind, flickering back and forth before the massive Cannon Dragon. While keeping it firmly occupied, she rapidly swung her slender sword, leaving wound after wound across its body.
Under such circumstances, the other Cannon Dragons seemed to want to gang up on Ais, but with her clinging so tightly to their companion, they