Boom!
Red Mist emerged from the dissipating smoke, her eyes widened in shock. A deep gash marred her shoulder, blood flowing incessantly from the wound.
"Amulgu..." she murmured, casting her gaze downwards at the injury. The wound inflicted by Elder Amulgu's weapon possessed unique properties; it inflicted continuous bleeding and thwarted any attempts at healing.
Fighting against two elders of the Walpurgis Night was proving arduous, but Red Mist knew she had to persevere if she wished to defeat them.
Elder Grecia spared a brief glance at Elder Amulgu before redirecting her attention to Red Mist. With a swift motion of her hand, she aimed her staff at Red Mist and invoked a spell.
A dragon formed from lightning and water materialized in the air.
Swoosh!
Red Mist swiftly leaped backward, simultaneously launching fireballs in her retreat. Halting in mid-air, she found Elder Amulgu already before her.