A faint outline of soulfire flared between Maple Syrup's brows.
Her divine talent word: "Four Seasons."
She hadn't fully grasped it yet. The soulfire's outline glowed only faintly, like a progress bar stuck at two percent. She had compared notes with other players who had unlocked their divine talent words—everyone started the same way.
This progress-bar-like glow didn't just reflect the energy she could wield; it also showed the current strength of her divine talent.
Beneath her feet, a magical circle ignited, large enough to cover the entire clock arena.
"Four Seasons—Winter."
Maple Syrup's spear shifted in her hands. Flames along its tip transformed into icy fire. Any part of Mistblade struck—or even grazed—by the icy flames lost all sensation.
It lasted only two seconds.
Clang! Mistblade's blood-mist blade slammed down.
