The White Death

With Clint knocked unconscious, Nel was the only one facing Magi and Cian.

However, Magi was beginning to feel his magic feeling ripped out of his body. The residual Ice Magic was still there and was trying to impose the debt of using such an ability.

“——Ngh.” He groaned.

He could feel his joints being frozen once more.

He didn't know that there would be residuals of his former magic, an effect that he had overlooked.

“Are you alright? Did he get you?” Cian asked as his voice was laced with worry.

“No. Don't mind me. I'll set the portals, you can do your thing. You know how our new style goes.”

Holding his chest, Magi would bear with the pain, trying to shake it off.

“Just in case you guys are forgetting, I'm not alone.” As the twins conversed, Nel would call out as reinforcement arrived.

They were armed with Grants that seemed to be different than the last, with all of them having the same appearance.

“——What are those?!” Cian was clueless about those intimidating weapons. They
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