"Let's continue."
Cael frowned as he looked at the gray wing. It looked lifeless, like a dry, dead wing that had been torn from something ancient.
There was no glow, no pulse, no sign of vitality. Just a gray, withered appendage that seemed out of place on Lysa's body.
Then his eyes widened as realization struck him.
'Wait... wasn't this the same wing the main body saw on Mira?'
Before he could think further, Lysa charged at him. Her crimson sword shifted, its form twisting and elongating until it became a spear.
She thrust forward with elegant precision, the tip aimed at his chest.
Cael's eyes widened. He immediately used Moonlight Flash Step to move away, leaving an afterimage behind.
The spear pierced through the illusion, and it dissipated into silver light.
'What the hell?'
He could sense it. Lysa's rank, which had been suppressed to [Silver 2], was now back to her original [Gold 2].
