Max blinked a few times. The scene before him was a little more complicated than he expected.
Rosalia was clashing with Senuna, her purple flames striking Senuna point-blank, but each time they hit, Senuna warped like an image rippling across broken, still water. One moment, she was standing in front of Rosalia. The next moment, she vanished and appeared somewhere else, that same cunning smirk never leaving her face, while Rosalia's flames continued to burn colder around her.
Agnia, on the other hand, was struggling against Clotilde. The spearhead had nearly found her flesh many times already, each thrust moving like a viper snapping for a kill. Golden flames shielded Agnia, roaring around her body as she was forced back step by step, but a little more pressure, and she would likely die at the hands of a guest.
