Upon seeing that black flame sword, the girl's expression changed dramatically,
"Blasphemy Sword!"
As the elf swung his sword in a slash, the dead spirits rushing towards him instantly burst into black flames and quickly turned to ashes...
Overwhelming.
Utterly overwhelming.
The girl bit her teeth, once again biting her finger that had already healed.
But before she could drip blood onto the tome in her hand, a long sword burning with black flames was held against her neck.
"Beautiful lady of the Bloodline, didn't your elders tell you that using an ancient book spirit to summon creatures, you cannot summon anything beyond your own First Tier?"
"Some Second Tier undead servants of the Silver Moon might trouble a camp, but for me, they're hardly enough."
The elf said this calmly and with a smile on his face.
Hearing the red-haired elf's words, the girl stiffened slightly.
She raised her pale face only to meet a pair of playful, crimson eyes.
