Weaving let out a sharp cry. Mana tides burst out of his body in volatile waves, summoning the four elements gathered within his vitality field. A vortex of wind blades sliced through the thorned whip and sent Regina flying. He reached up to yank the venomous snake off his neck, transforming into a nature elf to suppress the restless poison of the Divine Comedy with his divine art.0

For a mage of his caliber, a lethal strike like that wasn’t lethal at all. He was able to seal the poison away with a simple pass of his hand.0

A black shadow fell from above. Weaving heard only shrieking wind before a succubus dropped from the sky and swung a massive greatsword of black flames downward. He raised his left hand. The rings of the four elements conjured an energy shield. The moment it blocked the blow, he glared up.0

A terrifying mental shockwave burst out of his eyes, slamming into the shield and accelerating it instantly. The greatsword in Ottilia’s hands shattered on impact. She herself was sent soaring through the sky, plastered against the shield.0

Weaving teleported away and reappeared directly behind Ottilia. Drawing a slender silver blade from his sleeve, he thrust it through her back to the hilt, piercing the heart.0

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