But before Charles had finished speaking, the voice in the Mind Link suddenly became urgent: "Careful, Miss Medisa!"
Brando turned around and saw the Little Princess of the Silver Elves let out a muffled groan of pain before dropping to her knees. Behind her, a silver figure was gradually taking shape.
Brando recognized the other party at a glance. It was Cyril, King of Ability Clan.
Cyril's right hand had transformed into a long spear that had pierced Medisa's back. Fortunately, the Little Princess of the Silver Elves had dodged away from her heart at the last moment. Otherwise, that single strike would have been enough to kill her.
Medisa covered her lips with one hand, but silver blood kept gushing through the gaps between her fingers. Behind her, Cyril's left hand transformed into a long blade and swung toward her neck.
But a silver card descended from the sky. Hypamira shouted, "Sheltering Sacred Song!" The spell transformed from Anruoduo's Holy Ring into an arc of silver light that barely blocked Cyril's attack.
The priestess clenched her hand, and the figure of the Soulblade appeared within it. She stepped forward and thrust the sword at the monster. Cyril had initially paid no attention to Hypamira's attack, but when the blue-green blade pierced its arm, the King of Ability Clan let out a painful scream and retreated like lightning.
Hypamira did not pursue it. Instead, she stepped in front of Medisa. Cyril gloomily stared at the wound blazing on its hand before raising its twisted face. "The power of a Spellweaver—"
Hypamira regarded it gravely. Apart from raising her own strength by one tier, the Soulblade's ability was to counter green and blue gems. As far as this world's laws were concerned, green represented life, while blue represented magic power.
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