Already filled with resentment and fury over the matter with Robie, Raphael was the first to react.
As the mysterious Spiritual Storm slammed into the ship, his eyes erupted with blinding white lightning. He thrust his left hand forward, weaving a Mind Storm into a massive web of electricity to forcibly block the Spiritual Storm's power.
The next moment.
BOOM—!
A terrifying, deafening roar erupted inside the cabin, like a firecracker tossed into a tin can.
Immediately after, the small merchant vessel—never intended for warfare—spun completely out of control. From an altitude of ten thousand meters, it plunged headfirst toward the ground!
Inside the violently shuddering cabin, even Reinhardt had to grab a handle to steady himself.
But the Oil Girl piloting the ship didn't have it so easy.
Although she hailed from the Mechanical Order, she was no Transcendent—just a Mortal who had undergone some alchemical modifications and knew a few things about repair and piloting.
