'She not only knows how to counter my mental illusion, she can also heal herself... Is she an All-bloodlines?' Yakima thought, her soul eyes narrowing as she tried to categorize this impossible student. In the history of the Dragon Empire, those who possessed the 'All-bloodlines' trait were myths—entities capable of channeling any elemental or physiological ability. She clenched her fist, pushing aside her disbelief.
'No matter, I just need to touch her,' she thought, relying on her absolute trump card: the necrotic paralysis. And with a displacement of air, she instantly vanished.
Mirabella sighed, a soft sound of sheer boredom, and casually moved to the side just as Yakima's hand materialized, moving downward in a lethal arc, only touching empty air.
"This?"
