The Fire-stealer flashed behind Cipher and struck with lightning speed, his mighty blade aimed straight at Cipher's head.
It had happened too suddenly. It was already too late to run.
Clang—!!
The violent crash of steel resounded through the silent night.
The Fire-stealer gripped his longsword with both hands and gritted his teeth as he pressed down, only to find that the blade could not descend another inch.
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Cipher held up a traffic-light robot wrapped in a glowing film and effortlessly blocked the Fire-stealer's attack.
"Hehe~ At first, I didn't really believe this thing could save my life."
Cipher grabbed the traffic-light robot by its foot and shifted it slightly aside so her face would appear in the Fire-stealer's view.
"Huanzi really didn't lie to me. I just love collectibles this useful!"
"Though I have no idea how it works..."
Cipher swiftly retreated, once again leaving the Fire-stealer's attack range and fleeing into the distance.
The Fire-stealer stood where he was, staring in disbelief at his arms, which had gone numb from the impact, and fell into thought.
"..."
Soon, he pursued Cipher again.
The dead city of Styxia held many magnificent buildings, but not a single person remained there now.
Following the trail, the Fire-stealer arrived at a silent castle.
He pushed open the doors, and a heavy scent of dust rushed into his face.
The castle hall was vast, containing sofas, a fireplace, a table holding wine bottles, and all sorts of decorative ornaments.
Holding his longsword, the Fire-stealer cautiously walked among the ornaments and stone statues.
There were statues of sages deep in thought, athletes throwing discs, and naked women riding horseback.
The Fire-stealer seemed somewhat out of his mind. He had no interest in admiring these ancient works of art.
He accidentally shattered a corner