After a very long time, the monk from the Church of Steam and Machinery finally emerged through the quarry gates and slowly walked away, carrying a lantern.
Once the monk was far enough from the gates that he could no longer quickly retreat into the quarry's confined interior, Lumian-na abruptly whispered, "Now!"
None of them knew whether the monk had left any traps inside the quarry, so this was their best opportunity to strike!
The next moment, Franca and Jenna saw a black fireball, compressed to its utmost limit, appear in Lumian-na's hand.
A faint yellow glow shimmered around its edges. A single glance was enough to sense the endless madness contained within.
Jenna felt nothing in particular, but the sight of the fireball gave Franca a sudden sense of familiarity:
That looks like Frenzied Flame-
So fucking cool!
We're both Demonesses. Why can't I do that?
Lumian-na clenched her hand, and the black fireball elongated, instantly becoming an extremely compressed Flame Spear in her grasp.
The muscles across Lumian-na's back abruptly bulged, their contours slightly softer than a man's but just as distinct.
She hurled the spear forward like a javelin. It traced a silent arc through the air, plunging straight toward the monk!
Lumian-na had used a similar approach when hunting "Steel" Maveti: first throwing a spear forged from flame, then relying on her exceptional mobility to close in on the enemy within range.
Anyone struck by the Spear of Destruction would be engulfed in flames that were difficult to extinguish, burning both their body and Spirit Body.
Even someone with a Zombie's physical toughness would be pierced by the spear's spiritual flames and immobilized for at least a second.
And a second was enough for a Demoness to close in on the target.
But the instant the