A brief chant clearly lacked the power to stop an attack. The moment Hong Siyu finished speaking, the black arrow easily tore through the defensive line formed by blue threads and shot toward her slightly slender figure.
However, just as the arrow was about to hit, the closed notebook in Hong Siyu's hand suddenly rose into the air and blocked the potentially fatal attack.
The struck notebook first gave a sound of pages tearing under the strain. A moment later, with a low muffled boom, the notebook and arrow exploded together, scattering into loose pages through the air.
Larkspur, watching from the side, narrowed her eyes slightly. Her clenched hand tightened instinctively, but in the end, she said nothing and merely watched the change unfold.
Since Hong Siyu had promised that she would be fine, Larkspur should believe her. Trusting one's companions was the most basic quality of a magical girl.
In that fleeting moment of thought, the scattered pages changed.
The originally disordered sheets did not vanish. Instead, after floating briefly, they remained where they were, then suddenly stood upright as if pulled by some strange external force.
Every page radiated purplish-red magical light, its brilliance no less dazzling than the midday sun. Within that glow, the thin pages somehow produced overlapping afterimages, which gradually became solid.
The increasingly tangible pages began to turn without wind. Amid the radiance, the rustling of pages flipping in perfect unison resounded like a well-rehearsed piece of music.
Each page transformed into an independent book. Content appeared upon the blank pages amid the orderly sound of writing. Then, all the books gathered behind Hong Siyu, forming a thick wall of books.
At the very instant the book wall took shape, Hong Siyu's outfit had already changed completely.
A pinkish-purple ribbon ran through her