White fire unexpectedly appeared in Medakkaru’s hand, which halted the enemy’s attack. Instead, the latter’s sword melted like plastic exposed to heat. His faceless enemy’s eyes went round upon seeing it. Even Medakkaru, his eyes bulged to witness this magic work.
Medakkaru summoned a steel knife and plunged it into his adversary’s shoulder. The latter knelt down, groaning. He kicked him in the chest and saw the shifter roll down the slope. Up in the sky, Medakkaru’s points increased for another two thousand points.
“How did you do that?” he asked Kimora, who sounded heaving.
“N-no! I d-don’t think I did it,” she said. “How can I even use your magic?”
“It was not me either.”
“I-I’m not too sure, Medakkaru,” she whispered and wheezed.
“What happened to you?”
“I-isn’t he d-dead?” she
