The Thief's Hand
Lin Luo's truly divine lightning struck down towards me from above, hitting the direct center of the extremely thin and seemingly fragile screen between my hands — my Chaos Mirror.
She had a look of contempt in her eyes, but so did I. To her, this was just a final defense I was putting up out of desperation. After all, it seemed like someone could punch through this thing — that's how weak it was, on the surface.
Little did she know… this black and translucent screen would prove to be her downfall.
The lightning torrent flew directly through the Chaos Mirror, as if it were a hole that led to a different dimension. At this, Lin Luo's perfect, divine features frowned slightly.
"…" she narrowed her eyes, her confusion evident.