Inside the large library.
Bloodlight flickered on the top floor as Furin, with bat wings on her back, launched attacks like red lightning. The longsword made from bones slashed through the air, raining down countless low-tier blood magic spells that suppressed the thief, making it impossible for them to raise their head.
Eve, a bit anxious, wanted to remind Furin "not to damage the books," but felt it was too demanding and was caught in this sense of conflict.
After all, their battle had moved to the upper levels of the library, where precious witchcraft tomes were kept. Even though apprentices had copied them, the original essence was lost.
It took her a while to realize she should help, but Furin's strength was beyond her expectations. Before she could act, the blood turned into countless threads, wrapping around the "thief" like a zongzi.
Furin flapped her wings and carefully brought the "zongzi" to the ground with one hand.
"Come quickly and look, I caught this ugly thing."
