Chapter 119. Playtime over
Sylo’s eyes blazed with furious fury, locked on the Blood Dragger in Leo’s hand, its molten blue light radiating heat that incinerated air even from a distance.
Leo noticed her gaze and grinned, twirling the blade with a flourish, blue fire streaming like a star. "Like my soul weapon?" he teased, voice sharp and mocking.
"The Blood Dragger loves fire mana, but I mixed in shadow magic. Pretty cool, huh?"
Sylo’s face twisted, her snarl full of rage. "Shut up, you jerk! I’m not here for your dumb games!"
Outside the dome, Erin sighed, rubbing her face in embarrassment. "Idiot," she muttered, shaking her head.
Leo’s smirk dropped, his shoulders slumping like a kid caught messing up, eyes falling for a second. Sylo jumped at the chance, her cinquedea flashing as she rushed him with fierce speed, the poisoned blade slashing with deadly aim. Leo snapped back, blocking with the Blood Dragger in a quick flick, the clash sending a shock that cracked the ground. The force threw Sylo back, her blade bouncing like it hit lightning, her boots sliding on the stone.
"Come on, you’re supposed to be tough girl!" Leo taunted, spinning the Blood Dragger.
Her roar shook the deadland, her mana bursting as she called a storm of sharp petals, a swirling mess of violet and green that aimed toward Leo like a living tornado. He didn’t flinch, raising a hand with a lazy grin. A shadow wraith shot from the ground, its claws tearing the petals to dust before sinking back down.
Sylo’s eyes widened, her confidence breaking as the wraith’s speed beat her magic.