The Unintended Consequence

The battle in the prince's hall was reaching its end.

Drip! Drop! Drip!

The first member of Charles' team clutched his right arm as he gulped a potion. His twisted arm shook for a second as if trying to regain its previous position, but the injury was way too serious to be healed so quickly.

'At least ten minutes before my arm becomes usable.' He gritted his teeth and retrieved a whip from his storage ring.

With a scowl, he whipped at the bloodied figure a few feet away.

Whiish!

The whip sliced through the air like a knife cutting through butter and reached the target in the blink of an eye.

Enigma stood, heavily injured and exhausted. But her eyes still shone with the same coldness they had at the beginning of the battle.

Besides, her position wasn't as bad as it seemed.

Because…

Whooosh!

Using her gravity power, Enigma made the front section of the whip be 'attracted' towards the owner.