I Became a Ruined Character in a Dark Fantasy

"Ian Hope!" Nehat snarled his name through bared teeth, her nose ridge twisting with rage.

The very next instant, Ian pivoted sharply to the side, holy light blazing along the blade in his grip.

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Boom, boom, boom—

Her right arm swept across like a scythe, carving through the air with a clawed slash. A gray arc of condensed mist followed, tearing through space as it surged toward him.

So she hasn’t lost her reason completely.

Ian narrowly dodged the trajectory. In any case, his provocation had clearly worked.

Clash!

Even as the blade of mist lost its form and scattered, it blew a hut behind him to fragments. As debris flew in all directions, Ian regained his posture and charged forward.

Gray magic swirled in his eyes as he glared at Nehat. A wind mixed with mist and dust wrapped around him, which was imbued with a faint red divinity.

Swoosh—

Nehat was already swinging her dangling left arm toward him. A gray diagonal line, tilted a bit more horizontally than before, shot out, slicing through the air.

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