The entire infirmary floor trembled violently, as if a bomb had detonated—but no bomb had gone off. Instead, it was the clash of monsters. A brutal confrontation had erupted between Silver, the Nyxaris, and two Abyssal-ranked beasts.
Flames engulfed the entire vicinity—walls, ceilings, even Silver herself. She stood amidst the chaos like a demon risen from the inferno. The fire obeyed her command, cloaking her body like a second skin. It was as though she had drenched herself in petrol and lit a match, yet her flesh remained untouched, unburned. She was fire incarnate.
The Nyxaris launched forward, its speed blinding. A blur—so fast even Silver's sharp senses struggled to track it.
But she had prepared for this.
