Chapter 351: Diplomacy
"Master, Seraphina’s gotten even stronger! And that Magic Immunity of hers—she’s basically every mage’s worst nightmare... There’s just no way to fight her! A mage forced into close combat with Seraphina? That’s suicide!" Elyra shivered as she spoke, her voice laced with fear.
At her words, every mage-type hero present—Zyraxis included—nodded in grim agreement.
Their eyes turned toward Seraphina, who was still dominating the battlefield with terrifying ease. The expressions on their faces were a mix of awe and dread, like rookies staring up at a god-tier player. There was nothing they could do but tremble. And honestly, who could blame them? Seraphina was built to counter them completely.
Because let’s be real...
If any of them had to go toe-to-toe with her, they wouldn’t last more than a few minutes before getting wiped out.
Which, in hindsight, made Firebird hero Isaryne’s performance kind of impressive. She’d been taking a beating for nearly twenty minutes now. Not bad for a Crimson Ultimate hero.
"ROOOAAARRRR!!"
Suddenly, Seraphina let out a thunderous dragon’s roar that shook the air. Her entire body erupted in a swirling storm of toxic green energy—deadly, corrosive, and violently beautiful. The storm spun tighter and tighter, condensing into a massive surge of magical power at her mouth.
"Come on, Isaryne! Fight back already!" Seraphina bellowed, eyes locked on her opponent. "If this is all you’ve got, how am I supposed to enjoy myself? I know you’re holding back—don’t insult me. Show me your trump card. Just one move. Let’s settle this!"
"Tch... You asked for it."
Isaryne’s eyes darkened, her expression twisting into something fierce and unrelenting. Then, in the blink of an eye, a terrifying surge of magical energy exploded from her body.