The eagle's beak, like a long spear, pecked at empty air and realized that its enemy and master had disappeared. It let out a panicked screech.
Prajna spoke solemnly, "It's a Transformation Treasure... Jeanne, shoot that thing down."
Jeanne didn't hesitate. She leaped up, and her four flame wings soared high into the sky.
Prajna glanced at Hans, "This side is up to you. We aim to break the opponent with a charge."
Saying this, she rode alone towards the flank of the Tatar Cavalry.
...
In the Blood Sea World.
"Furin, we're going to fight side by side again."
In the blood-stained world, Cherinita, who came alongside Furin, looked gravely at the Great Shaman floating mid-air like a celestial being.
"Mm..."
Furin nodded gently, hesitating a bit before awkwardly saying, "I'll hold him off directly, be careful."
In the Blood Sea World, her life force had shed the frailty of a Caster, qualifying her to be a tank.
