The blinding roar continued to bare its ferocity, searing the red-haired girl within. Her cry echoed in the still arena, halting the atmosphere.
Above them, Lucya exhaled while her sharp blue eyes directed into the ocean of lightning. It was eerily calm and nearly indifferent.
Some students and spectators, who had imagined Lucya as both a graceful and a mischievous girl, now disappear like a lie.
Unlike her beauty and playful attitude, she hid sharp fangs that were ready to rip her enemy apart.
The crowds gulped and didn't dare to stare at the girl hovering in midair and shifted to the thick mist.
Little by little, the moisture dwindled. The lightning dispersed into the atmosphere, revealing the now-charred ground and a girl standing still despite the peril.
'Are you kidding me!?'.
Lucya spat, her eyes narrowed dangerously and prepared her stance in midair.
In the middle of the arena, Selka kept her body still, like a pillar that stubbornly refused to fall.
