The female elf lunged forward as she drew her sword, her figure elusive and phantom-like.
Ybur was highly tense; the female elf's figure was indeed shrouded in an illusionary phantom, as she charged, the surrounding light twisted, leaving trails of afterimages in mid-air—this was a spell, Misty Step!!
In the blink of an eye, the elf's phantom had already reached him, the dual Cicada Wing Blades raised high. Under the cover of the illusion, it looked as though a thousand blades were striking at him simultaneously! Ybur forced his body to retreat, while directly regurgitating the male elf from inside his body to serve as a shield. The tide-like phantom blades slashed down but, far from wounding the elf, they just severed the tentacles wrapped around him. Ybur's heart chilled and he immediately saw the female elf, moving with a dance-like grace, lightly spinning her body and inexplicably whirling around from the side.