Looking at the four creatures approaching them, the fairies instinctively took a step back.
Their fear of that two-tailed fox went without saying; after all, the speed and power she had demonstrated in battle, killing creatures that had killed them so easily, was plain to see.
The white flames she unleashed were so hot that even from such a distance, they could still feel the scorching heat radiating from them, not to mention the look of agony they saw on the faces of those struck, an agony far greater than being burned by ordinary fire.
Flying alongside were the two armored fairies; clad in that extremely frightening black armor were the siblings Pip and Elle.
The fairies, whose lives were dedicated to painting the colors of flowers and ensuring the balance of vegetation, watched Pip and Elle with horror and disbelief.
