In the woodland was a magic sword constantly searching for puppets, then killing them.
On the ground was Hell Fog that gradually spread, not sparing any suspicious corner.
Ronald and Alya were simply flying in the air.
The spell with remarkable autonomous movement capabilities would successfully help them accomplish their goal tonight.
After a few minutes, simple and easy.
Not a single puppet in the birch woods was left moving.
The magic sword made of Magic Power flew back to Alya's side, quietly hovering behind her, so calm at this moment that one could hardly imagine the strong power it had when destroying the puppets just before.
Alya nodded in satisfaction, then turned her head to Ronald and asked,
"Ronald, did you find anything?"
"Some discoveries."
Ronald immediately replied.
