Is This Your First Time Dying?

In the murky, dim White Mist Black Sea, two figures suddenly burst into the air.

The girl had black sheep horns, golden hair, and blue eyes. Panic filled her face as she rode on the back of a black-haired young man wielding twin swords. The latter was covered in blood, riddled with wounds, his tailor-made clothes torn to shreds. There was a bloody hole in his shoulder, and blood was sliding down his clear, beautiful collarbone.

But the black-haired young man's expression remained calm, as relaxed and at ease as if he had only just finished a run. He turned his head and looked at the girl questioningly. The golden-haired girl shook her head to show she was fine, and the restless agitation in the girl's heart was soothed along with it.

These two were naturally Ash and Philly.

The quietly flowing Black Sea suddenly turned violent. Ripples rose, igniting with cyan flames; a literal sea of fire surged and rolled, with sprays blooming everywhere like fiery lotuses. A dark purple Fox Lantern Dragon leapt from the sea and blew out floating, tracking cyan-flame bubbles, which chased Ash and Philly and exploded like fireworks!

A streak of sword light cut across the sky, piercing every last bubble. But by then the cyan-flame Fox Lantern Dragon was already smashing down toward them, its enormous tail descending like an iron hammer to pass judgment on this shameless lone man and woman!

Huff.

Ash exhaled a breath of turbid air. His Sword Color Spell Power was consumed violently, and the Spell Spirits steadily constructed the Spell Formula, following Ash to meet the surging storm.

Miracle: Sword Servant!

He took the initiative to charge toward the falling Fox Lantern Dragon, like a bird flying to meet a meteor. The instant they came into contact