Jeanne didn't know how to describe the feeling of using arcane spells, it felt like a kind of instinct.
It was like a skill she was born with; using arcane divine art, Jeanne never learned it, she just revisited it.
She could feel something invisible, operating both inside and outside her body.
When she wanted to release it, she only needed to combine the invisible with the tangible reality, and an arc would spring into existence.
"Sizzle—"
"Ah!" A soldier screamed miserably, kneeling down, the armed sword in his hand falling to the ground.
His right hand was a bloody mess, several severed fingers were hanging by a tendon or a layer of skin, spinning in the air.
"Footwork, the key is footwork... Jeanne, don't get distracted." Kicking an oak shield of a soldier, pulling out his flaming greatsword, Danji shouted at Jeanne.
Jeanne gripped the end of the battle flag, giving it a strong twist, the tip flickered a gunflower, turning into afterimages.
