The brief battle just now had already caused considerable damage. The Sacred Flame and plasma gunblade had melted the sturdy alloy floor, while the ice-and-fire dual blades had gouged deep, crisscrossing scars into the walls. This place, which had still been spotless and new not long ago, now looked as miserable as if it had been subjected to a round of saturation bombing. In the hall of ruins, filled with the smell of scorching, everyone remained fully alert, watching the surrounding space warily in case spatial distortions appeared at any moment.
After speaking up, Lily fell silent again. She hunched over, every muscle in her body taut, while the two claw blades remained perfectly still, as if they had been cast as one with her. Her ears trembled faintly in the air, ready to turn toward any direction that produced a sound. Aside from that, she made no further movement.
Lily gathered all her presence like a predator waiting for its prey. Haimo the Archmage, who was standing not far away, even glanced at her in alarm. For an instant just now, he had felt that the "Werewolf girl" had vanished from the world without a trace. Even now, as he watched her with his own eyes, he had the strange feeling that he was hallucinating and that she did not exist at all.
This was presence concealment that only the most top-tier predators could achieve.
Vivian was also floating silently in midair. Her Scarlet Blood eyes reflected the entire hall, but at this moment, her vision was entirely different from everyone else's. In a Vampire's sight, everything appeared in vivid colors, with clear lines enveloping all objects according to parameters such as temperature, magnetic fields, and gravity. Living things were the most vivid of all.
Vivian blinked. She could