The battle in the sky was getting fiercer, and at the sa ti, the evacuation work from the Abnormal Strategy Bureau's headquarters was underway with great urgency.
As Tian Sheng erged from the building amidst the crowd, jostled by his colleagues, he struggled to lift his head, as if sensing sothing and looking up into the sky.
Among the azure above and buildings all around, in the magic power curtain interwoven with purple-red and misty white, a few familiar shades of blue suddenly appeared.
The faint blue shimred and twinkled, as if it were gathering strength, and then, at a certain mont, erupted, dispelling the surrounding fog and returning the sky to its true color with its vibrant blue.
In the surging tide of magic power, Erald Sparrow held a glowing blue thread in her left hand and gripped purple-red scissors in her right. Her petite figure stood tall and straight, her eyes distant and resolute.
Blue and purple magic power crisscrossed, yet a clear boundary line was faintly visible. The light thread she held sparkled softly in her palm, tracing invisible arcs in the air. The delicate scissors shimred in her hand, the sharp edges concealing a chill that couldn't be ignored.
"It feels surprisingly light..."
Sensing the weight of the scissors in her hand, she couldn't help but express her astonishnt.
The scissors reproduced by Hong Siyu, whether in appearance or feel, were identical to her original magic equipnt, but the most significant feature was its consumption of magic power.
Magical Girls consu their own magic power when using magic equipnt, an inevitability; and depending on the power of the equipnt and the user's proficiency, the consumption varies.
The original Weave of Fate was an item that heavily drained magic power; if it weren't for Erald Sparrow's own abundant reserves among Magical Girls of her level, she couldn't have sustained such expenditure.
In fact, the more complex the magic equipnt, the more this holds true. In the records of the nation, there are even cases of Magical Girls who couldn't advance because their magic equipnt was too complex.
But now, as Erald Sparrow held the scissors recreated by Hong Siyu, she could hardly feel any loss of magic power. Not only that, but she even faintly felt waves of magic power feeding back to her from the scissors.
"Although it can only last for five minutes, the power it consus is all mine," Hong Siyu comnted, holding back the urge to take credit. She looked away, feeling sowhat uncomfortable, "So you don't need to worry about your magic power, just use it to fight with confidence."
"...Thank you."
Erald Sparrow understood that the more heartfelt the goodwill, the less need for excessive politeness or evasion. Expressing her gratitude in the briefest of words was all she could do then.
After a brief exchange, she turned her head, gazing earnestly at the buildings not far away.
Yuan was hovering quietly there, waiting with interest.
"Are you ready? Can we start the fight now?"
Seeing Erald Sparrow's gaze upon her, Yuan wielded the water-ink tal once more, with a teasing lift at the corner of her mouth, "Using magic equipnt to supplent magic equipnt, that's truly an eye-opening strategy."
"I thought you wouldn't miss the chance during the exchange," Erald Sparrow said, gently waving the dressmaker's scissors in her hand. "Why didn't you attack just now?"
"I've told you, I won't stop soone from using their abilities. Be it Wonderland or Full Blossom, only by defeating an opponent who gives their all can I feel satisfied," Yuan responded, twirling her finger. "Winning by surprise attacks, interrupting preparations, even if victorious, doesn't show 'strength,' it rely serves 'victory'."
"I thought all mbers of Claw Mark would be unreasonable troublemakers," said Erald Sparrow, shaking her head emotionlessly. "It's a sha that I didn't get to know you sooner."
"It's not too late to et now, join us, and there will no longer be any conflicts between us," Yuan said, raising her hand slightly in a combat stance. "But before that, let witness your true strength. If you're too weak, I have no interest in bringing a weak Magical Girl back to et the leader."
"Thank you for your organization's consideration, but for now, I'm not interested in leaving the city I'm guarding," Erald Sparrow replied, equally ready for battle. "Please leave Fangting City on your own."
"Words are useless!" Yuan exclaid, kicking off with her feet and lunging forward, "The victor decides everything!"
No sooner had she spoken than she ignored the cries of Semi saying "Don't act on your own," and once again kicked off the battle.
Black and blue magic power collided instantaneously; in the surging tides of magical force, the two figures didn't distance themselves but engaged in fierce close-quarters combat. The ink-like fluid tal wielded by Yuan was extrely agile, changing freely between spear, sword, knife, and dagger forms with tricky and exquisite moves, making it extrely difficult to defend against.
But the cunning attacks didn't put Erald Sparrow at a disadvantage. On the contrary, though she was slightly passive, the thread in her hands morphed with Yuan's rhythm, continuously weaving different masterpieces. She defended against thrusts, counterattacked slashes, and as the opponents matched sword for sword and spear for spear, they wielded similar weapons in different ways at a pace too fast for the human eye to follow.
Threads and ink, two pieces of magic equipnt that didn't seem like weapons, were enough to replace all weapons in an original and splendid fight at this mont.
"To think... there's soone in this world who can fight Yuan at close range without being at a disadvantage?"
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