Looking back up, Roselyn's body was exuding some golden mist, a sign that her magic was used as energy in her body; the shimmering aura wrapping her limbs, making every movement faster and stronger, then more explosive.
She still held her stance, smirking at me.
"What? Have you finally had enough?" she said. "You can give up now, and just let me eat you for dinner!"
Tsk.
Maybe I should start fighting her for real. She seems sturdy enough.
Activate, [Magic Tracker], [Sixth Sense]!
Without looking around, I began to see everything around me in 360°: it was "night" now, and that magical orb was almost invisible, merged with the darkness of the sky. Only things like outer space and stars could be seen.
It's like Fairylynch actually is in a supernatural position.
