Seraphine kept flying through the chaotic storm as black-blue lightning chased her across the arena.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Every bolt struck with terrifying force, blasting craters into the battlefield below.
Her white wings moved beautifully, but the air currents had already become unstable because of Dahlia's storm.
This was no longer an aerial battlefield she could control. It had become Dahlia's storm domain.
After dodging another thunderbolt by a hair, Seraphine finally descended slightly and raised one hand. "I give up."
The arena instantly fell silent.
Dahlia raised an eyebrow from below. "Oh?"
Seraphine slowly landed on the ground, breathing a little heavily. Her wings were slightly scorched, and that was the reason her expression had turned helpless. "I can't fight you at all."
She looked up at the storm still roaring above them. "If I stay in the air, your thunder will chase me. If I come down, I'll be forced into close combat with you."
