The moment Francisca vanished, the battlefield blinked.
Then—
BOOM!
A shockwave split the ground as she reappeared mid-air, driving both heels straight into a construct's face. Its jaw shattered. Its neck bent the wrong way. Before it could regenerate, she spun—tail-first—and lashed a streak of golden fire across its chest.
SSHHHRRAAAKK!
The flames didn't just burn—it seared through dimensions, cutting deeper than physical. The monster screeched, limbs flailing, face bubbling like acid poured through it.
Francisca didn't stop.
She hit the ground, spun low, and launched into a backflip. Her tails spiraled behind her—one fire, one wind, and now, the third—light.
Golden beams lanced out like needles, stabbing into the gaps of the construct's body.
It tried to reform.
It couldn't.
The light disrupted its core.
Mob saw it from across the battlefield. "She's not just stronger. She's purifying them."
