The obsidian sword is raised high, tearing through the darkness, swinging towards Mary.
However, the sword didn't hit its target. The Golden Pupil had already captured the path of the sword as Shirley lunged, and almost simultaneously, Mary's body began to move unwillingly. She turned her body to the left in an arc, her left foot naturally stepping forward, dodging Shirley's attack.
"Shirley! Stop!!"
It seemed that Mary's cry couldn't halt Shirley, again tightening her grip on the dark sword, thrusting it forward. At that moment, Mary's right hand reached into the void and felt a wave of heat rise from her fingertips. Simultaneously, a Pure White Blade materialized from the void, mirroring Shirley's, held in Mary's hand.
"What is...?"