The massive ice boulder smashed into Nathalia's hovering form, shaking the ground with a ear piercing impact.
Shoot! Shoot!
Shards of ice scattered, shooting in all directions, piercing through the earth like sharp knives. A dense cloud of dust rose up, obscuring everyone's vision.
As the dust settled down, the battlefield came into view.
But something was wrong.
What should have been a critical strike had taken an unexpected turn.
The faceless figure that was supposed to be crushed—had vanished. Her entire form had disintegrated into a thin, white mist.
At first, some believed Hope's attack had finally worked. But that belief crumbled in an instant.
Hope stood firm, his stance unwavering, his confidence unshaken. His sharp silver eyes scanned the battlefield, analyzing every movement, every shift in the air.
Not only him, but the others present did the same, their minds struggling to process what was happening.
