The devastating Water Cannon roared past.
Moments later, the world fell into deathly silence.
Heavy moisture hung in the air.
Everything before them looked as though a god had roughly scrubbed it away with an eraser.
The road through the forest had vanished completely.
In its place was an enormous trench more than ten meters wide.
Under the immense, extreme pressure, the trench's inner walls had taken on an eerie, mirror-smooth texture.
It was like an abyss cast from obsidian.
As for the dozens of bandits who had been there...
Not even the slightest trace of their existence remained.
Who knew where they had been washed away to?
This could hardly be called a "battle." It was "divine punishment."
It was hard to imagine that this was merely Water Cannon, an Advanced-level spell.
Just how much magic power had it taken to produce such devastating force?
"Hey... Sylphy!"
A roar filled with utter frustration rang out.
Like a thunderclap out of a clear sky.
It abruptly shattered the silence.
Alice tightly gripped the hilt of her partially drawn sword.
The blade scraped against the scabbard, letting out an unwilling whine.
Veins bulged on the back of her elegantly shaped hand.
Her signature wild red hair stirred despite the lack of wind.
She whipped her head around and growled at the Half-Elf, practically through gritted teeth:
"You... couldn't you... couldn't you at least have left one for me?"
Her anger was not directed at Sylphy.
It was simply the frustration of having her thirst for battle snatched away in an instant.
Like a tiger that had gone hungry for three days and finally spotted prey.
Only for a bolt of lightning from the sky to burn that prey to a crisp.
For Alice, fighting was something that made her happy.
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