Sigrid roared, unleashing her full strength once again, as a whirlwind surged around her, shattering all illusions.
If it were Melogas, who is proficient in both physical and magical arts, perhaps there would be some means to definitely hit Heratier.
This time, Heratier's shadow did not disappear; instead, it became increasingly clear, and the phantasmagoria became increasingly real, transforming the Piercing Cold Hall into a world of endless mirrors.
"Give it up, Bishop of Hegemony."
Heratier's voice echoed from all directions, filled with mockery and disdain,
"If anger and brute force alone could capture me, then you'd have to be ninth-order in the Divine Realm at least."
She continuously toyed with Sigrid, and her remaining Mana was enough to stall Sigrid.
Even if her Mana was being consumed too quickly, she had to make Sigrid see her Mana as endless, disrupting Sigrid's mind.
Not waiting for Sigrid to attack Heratier again.
