Following the voice, Rosalina swung her sword in a deadly arc.
The blade sliced through the air with a sharp whistle, moving so fast it left only a faint silver trail behind it.
The strike came straight at Miasma's neck, filling the woman's wide eyes with nothing but cold, flashing steel.
But Miasma stayed completely calm. She did not flinch or step back.
Two small blue birds shot forward in that same moment.
They did not fly fast, they simply appeared, like they had teleported through space itself.
In the blink of an eye, the two birds stopped right in front of the incoming sword and snapped together, forming a solid, glowing shield.
Clang!
The loud, ringing clash echoed across the room as the shield stopped the sword cold.
Sparks flew from the point of impact, and the force of the blocked strike sent a small vibration through the air.
On the other side, Julius did not waste a single second.
