— Fast, — I breathed.
The tempo surged in response. Cyan shifted her melody—and now not one, but three wind spirits tore out of the void, each shaped like a humanoid figure, translucent yet sharp as blades. They lunged at me from all sides.
I shot upward, flipped in midair, and with aura coursing through my legs, struck the nearest spirit. A burst of black flame shredded it to pieces.
The second rushed in from the side—I met it with a backward slash of my blade, splitting it cleanly. The third grabbed my shoulder and hurled me into a wall. Concrete cracked—I burst through and landed on the street below.
Rising from the rubble with a thin smear of blood at my lips, I wiped my mouth silently with the back of my hand.
— That's enough music.
