Lorne hurled a faintly glowing charm from the rooftop, striking the seemingly empty patch of ground with perfect accuracy.
The instant the charm touched the ground, pure golden light rose from that spot.
The golden light rapidly contracted inward, outlining an illusory figure dressed in a black tailcoat and a dark red cloak.
At the same time, another seemingly ordinary glass bottle traced an arc through the air toward the sneering-
"Werewolf" Tiel.
Sensing danger, Tiel instinctively raised his claw, its black nails sharp as daggers, to smash the unremarkable projectile.
Crash!
The glass bottle shattered in midair, spilling pure white liquid that shimmered with the aura of the Sun.
"Aaargh!"
The Werewolf let out an agonized roar. The moment the liquid touched his skin, it began to sizzle with a teeth-grating hiss. Wisps of white smoke poured wildly from his body, giving off a nauseating, scorched stench.
Indeed, the bottle contained the holy water Lorne had prepared in advance! To a Werewolf, this holy water was every bit as corrosive as sulfuric acid!
Lorne wasted no time. Even as he threw the charm and holy water, he launched himself off the rooftop with all his strength, moving as fast as he could!
"Mental Storm!"
Tiel, who had still been roaring furiously from the burns inflicted by the holy water, abruptly contracted his pupils. As though someone had pressed a pause button, he froze on the spot.
Now's my chance!
Lorne infused spirituality into a playing card. A silver-white, one-handed sword with intricate runes engraved along its blade instantly appeared in his hand.
This was the Mystical Item he had bought at a gathering hosted by the elderly Eye of Wisdom when he first returned to Backlund. It possessed unparalleled sharpness, along with purification and exorcism effects.
While Werewolf Tiel