The Era

The lightsaber swung freely, and Eve Harkins expressionlessly knocked aside her opponent's blade once again.

Then a flicker of displeasure, and deeply buried pain, passed over her delicate, sickly face.

...My bones are about to break.

Thinking this, she instantly cast Withering and a Fortification spell.

Withering targeted the floor before her, while the Fortification spell reinforced the bookshelf beside her.

Eve Harkins's little trick worked. The Eileen-version cat witch before her first crushed the floor beneath her foot, then lost control of her lightsaber, which stabbed deeply into the bookshelf. Neither action meant much on its own, but together, they created an opening.

She gripped her sword, drew upon her magic, and slashed down viciously.

The lightsaber's immensely powerful anti-magic field made it an exquisite weapon against spellcasting races such as Witches, Frost Demons, Trickcraft nightmares, and the like. Supplemented by powerful spell support, it made melee mages possible. Without its armor-piercing effect in a single slash, who would bother using a lightsaber?

Eve Harkins struck with all her strength.

The off-balance "Jiang Han" offered a shallow, polite smile, her gaze calm and indifferent. Her tail violently struck the bookshelf reinforced by the Fortification spell, launching her lithe body forward. With unbelievable control of her balance, she twisted her waist in midair and thrust her sword toward Eve Harkins's upper abdomen.

Want to cut me? Fine—but before that, my blade will pierce straight through your upper abdomen and spine...

She moved like this, leaving Eve Harkins no choice but to turn her slash into a block.

The master of Ghost Castle was no slouch with a sword—she could even be counted among the very best of the age. Her hasty response was still flawless, apart from feeling her arm suffer another grievous blow... Then, a furry tail suddenly appeared