The black-haired man stood frozen in place, his body trembling with shock. His wide eyes were filled with disbelief as the realization struck him—his most powerful attack had been effortlessly stopped.
The flame that had once roared with his confidence now flickered weakly in his grasp, snuffed out by the terrifying force that was Lucy.
His two comrades, the ponytailed mage and the spiky-haired warrior, were no better off. Their faces had turned ashen, their earlier bravado drained away like the last embers of a dying fire.
The sheer horror of the situation had left them speechless, their minds struggling to comprehend how their combined efforts, their very last reserves of mana, had been rendered utterly useless against the girl who now stood before them.