At this moment, in Michelangelo's residence, Dimar, dressed casually in a thin outfit, paced anxiously back and forth along the corridor. In truth, Dimar made no attempt to hide the fact that she was a woman at this time. Although she still walked like a man, she did not conceal her graceful figure.
Suddenly, the lake before her began to boil violently. A water elemental then took shape above its surface, and the instant it formed, dozens of water arrows shot toward her.
This ambush clearly caught Dimar—or Timaria—off guard. She had been quite confident in her brother's residence, and her alluringly beautiful, almost bewitching face turned serious. After all, if someone truly intended to deal with her, there could not possibly be only one water elemental.
Sure enough, one water elemental after another formed upon the lake's surface. Countless water arrows then materialized in the air and rushed toward Dimar. Dimar merely gave a cold smile, and the water arrows began to slow rapidly, until they moved so slowly that it was impossible to tell they were moving at all...
Then Dimar slowly drew the sword at her waist and casually shattered every water arrow flying toward her with light taps in midair. She looked less like she was facing a life-or-death crisis and more like she was out for a stroll.
With Dimar's magic, though, unless she suffered a lethal injury before she could react, there truly was no way to harm her.
"Darling, are you still not coming out? Do you want me to drag you out myself?" Timaria said softly, as though speaking to her lover.
Angel appeared in midair with a smile. "Looks like your strength hasn't stagnated. You've improved quite a bit, it seems."
Timaria swiftly rushed to Angel's side, wrapped an arm around