The Powerful Tracy

Countless silver-shimmering mirrors reflected the breathtakingly beautiful young witch.

Yet this scene, as perfect as an oil painting, lasted less than half a breath.

It was absolute rejection at the level of laws.

The mirror-smooth, silvery metal began to melt.

It had not been heated in any physical sense. Rather, some overbearing will had forcibly dismantled its internal structure.

It turned into a translucent red liquid, dripping down from the void.

Every drop contained enough terrifying heat to burn through layers of rock.

In the blink of an eye, it evaporated completely.

Even its most basic particles of matter were erased, reverting to primordial particles of energy.

Boom!

Not far away, violent energy fluctuations accompanied a sudden billowing surge of white steam.

The high-pressure airflow ignited instantly, forming a small, distorted mushroom cloud.

It was the aftermath of extreme cold and extreme heat violently annihilating each other on a microscopic level.

An exquisite, fiercely burning lady's staff spun out of the raging torrent of interwoven frost and flame.

It seemed alive, searching joyfully for its owner.

Then a slender, fair hand caught it with effortless grace.

The lovely young witch wrinkled her nose, her petal-like lips forming a slight pout.

She seemed utterly unaware of how dangerous that collision had been.

Holding her staff, she muttered, "I hate this chilly feeling."

It was not a chill of temperature, but the discomfort of her opponent's mental power attempting to erode her force field.

Directly ahead of her, Dago stepped calmly out of the billowing white clouds.

An invisible barrier pushed the scalding steam away three inches from his body.

His hands hung naturally at his sides, and a thin layer of luminous flame clung to his skin.

It was the cold biological light spilling from his cells after his mental power