Purple Crow's gaze was ice-cold, her expression heartless as she aimed her black spear at August. "Why have you not used that wind halberd spell of yours yet? Or can you no longer do so?"
She had always been wary of that attack. The wind halberd was not just any spell; it was the most dangerous and perilous spell to have ever been wielded by an apprentice, or indeed by any sorcerer she had ever faced in her long and bloody career. Given the number of battles she had fought and the countless individuals she had killed, it was a crazy conclusion to reach. But after barely escaping with her life when August had unleashed that attack on her, she took every necessary precaution against it this time. Yet, she had noticed that August had not used it again. It was clear to her that it was a one-time trump card.
Seeing August's expressionless face and silence, she smiled coldly. "Seems I hit the nail on the head. Then let me see how you will handle my Black Death Spear. Please advise me."
