As the battle high in the sky grew ever fiercer, the evacuation of the Anomaly Countermeasures Bureau headquarters was also proceeding at a frantic pace.
Following the crowd as it surged out of the building, Tian Sheng struggled to lift his head amid the shoving of his colleagues and looked toward the sky, as if some instinct had stirred within him.
Above the blue sky, between the buildings, several familiar streaks of blue suddenly mingled with the purple-red and hazy white curtain of magical power.
That faint blue swayed and flickered, as though gathering strength. Then, at a certain moment, it erupted, dispersing all the surrounding white mist. The deep azure seemed to restore the sky to its true color.
Amid the surging tide of magical power, Larkspur hooked glowing blue threads around her left hand and gripped a pair of purple-red scissors in her right. Her petite figure stood straight, her gaze distant and resolute.
Blue and purple magical power intertwined, yet faintly traced a distinct boundary. Light threads glimmered from her palm, leaving barely perceptible trails across the blue sky. The delicate scissors flashed in her hand, their tiny blades concealing an undeniable chill.
"It feels surprisingly easy..."
Feeling the weight of the scissors in her hand, she voiced her surprise.
The scissors replicated by Hong Siyu were identical to her original Magic Armament in both appearance and feel, but their greatest feature was their magical power consumption.
Using a Magic Armament consumed a Magical Girl's own magical power. That was inevitable, though the amount varied according to the armament's strength and the user's proficiency.
The original Weave Destiny was a Magic Armament that consumed magical power at an extremely rapid rate. If Larkspur's magical reserves had not been considered abundant among Magical Girls of her level, she