A dazzling silver-white beam burst from the tip of the wand. Morgan's previously languid posture against the armchair suddenly tensed, her fingertips lifting slightly as a rare flicker of surprise crossed her eyes.
"This is..."
Morgan's voice had turned wary.
Then, in the next instant.
The silver radiance pouring from Ian's wand rapidly intertwined, then condensed into a human figure. The handsome youth raised a longsword and charged at the owner of this place.
His eyes seemed empty.
There was only the single-minded intent to defeat every enemy in his way. He wore armor gleaming with silver light, golden hair flying wildly amid the radiance, while tightly gripping a great sword that emanated a piercing chill.
He looked very cool.
But the one frightened out of his wits was Ian, the Guardian Spirit "caster," drenched in sweat. No, he had not cast any magic at all. Pandora had emerged from his wand on his own!
Those mysterious ancient figures always possessed equally mysterious methods, capable of defying rules that should have existed—like popping out of Ian's wand on their own!
Ian's mind buzzed as he finally realized what had happened—the distress signal he had sent when he was in danger in the Dark Forest had only just received a response!
However, the timing of that response could not have been worse!
"Don't!"
Ian wanted to stop him, but Pandora was too fast. His eyes burned with an indomitable fighting spirit, and every swing of his sword carried the force of an avalanche.
Dozens of strikes in a second.
He was determined to cut down every enemy in his path.
"Rumble! Rumble!" Morgan reacted just as quickly. In an instant, thick floor tiles and slabs shot up from the ground before her like bamboo shoots after rain.
Yet those obstacles could