Just then, the Originium Slugs surrounding Nearl changed again. They turned deep blue, and their slimy shells became transparent and dazzling, like the finest crystal.
The Originium Slugs erupted with high-energy fluctuations that dissolved Nearl's Originium Arts, causing the massive sword that was about to fall to vanish.
The sudden disappearance of the greatsword was like a full reservoir suddenly losing a section of its wall to Nearl. The Arts energy within her surged and churned violently, and the condition suppressed by medication worsened further in those brief moments.
Causing Nearl such pain was not enough to satisfy the Originium Slugs. They changed form again, their spiny bodies becoming sleek and streamlined. Their sluggish wriggling speed increased several dozenfold as they pounced at Nearl, whose body had bent over in pain.
Facing those gaping maws, Nearl felt no fear. She was only puzzled by how fluidly these Originium Slugs shifted between their countless forms, leaving her no room to react.
"Sword Rain!"
A cold shout rang out behind Nearl. More than a dozen orange longswords condensed in midair and shot forward.
They accurately pinned the swift purple Originium Slugs. Strikes that could easily pierce armor and cleave flesh only forced the slugs back, sending them tumbling several meters away before they flipped themselves over again. Judging from their reactions, they even seemed to find the attack pleasurable.
Texas. The name surfaced in Nearl's mind. She did not turn to look at the Lupo girl who had saved her from danger, instead stabilizing her disordered Arts energy again with the help of the medical operators.
Her sword-lance was raised before her once more as Nearl and the other operators faced off against the Originium Slugs.
Through the clash, the Doctor had roughly discerned the traits of these Originium Slugs. Their four