Circe went around Lumia with a languid and mischievous look.

She made small circles around the girl and seemed ready to attack her prey at any moment. She was already anticipating the sweet taste of her blood on the tip of her tongue.

Lumia, from the height of her twelve years, was almost twenty centimetres shorter than Circe. The Witch of Orma felt in complete advantage over that little girl.

"So ... come to me alone and challenge me to a duel. Do you think I wouldn't open your head in two like a melon just because your brother is sleeping with me?" Circe's chilling laughter would have paralyzed anyone. But Lumia looked at the Witch with contempt.

Circe's rapid breathing contrasted with Lumia's composure and austerity.

"Being a brothel whore is something you're proud of because it's the only thing you can ever excel at?" replied Lumia, calmly. "With Pseudonym and my brother around, not to mention others, do you think you will ever count a shit here in Orma?"

Circe put her hands on her hips, pretending an exaggerated amazement.

"Oh, being the descendant of the Guild of Life and Death is not enough. Well, besides Helial and Pseudonym, there aren't many other bitches who can look me straight in the eye."

"The first thing you check in a cow is if it can make milk," said Lumia, pointing to Circe's abundant breast with her thin finger.

Circe began to feel annoyed by the brat. The fact that she was Helial's sister would certainly not have saved her if she continued like this.

"If you were in my own Phase," laughed Lumia arrogantly, "you wouldn't even have the right to eat my shit. But, if you want, it's on a special offer today. I can also make you a face mask, but it will be a little bit harder."

Circe laughed heartily at those reckless words.

But what Circe didn't know was that Lumia's threats weren't so unfounded.

When Iblis started training her, he found a rough diamond in Lumia.

Despite the fact that the girl had decided to play a support role for her brother, she would certainly not have disfigured if she had been in Helial's place.

Lumia's true talent lay in her Offensive Skills. However, even on the opposite path, her talent was capable of breaking through the sky.

There was something in Lumia's constitution that allowed the Mana to flow ten times faster in her Meridians than a normal constitution. In addition, she seemed to have a very special Affinity.

However peculiar, Iblis had already seen such an affinity and the only one who knew how to use it was Tsukuyomi.

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His little friend possessed the ability to resonate her Mana with that of the whole universe, guaranteeing her a monstrous power.

If Tsukuyomi's nature had been more aggressive, the undisputed dominance of Iblis and Amaterasu would not have been equally obvious.

Unfortunately, in the immensity of the universe, it was not uncommon for many to decide to abandon power and take on secondary roles, and all to follow the people they loved.

This was precisely the case with Lumia, who had chosen to step aside to support Helial as much as possible. However, Lumia was the one to whom Iblis taught the hardest way; the Devil spared her nothing.

Not even Helial was treated so hard. If Helial had not been trained by the great Alexander, it could have been said that Lumia had benefited from Iblis' training much more than his brother.

Circe kept laughing, but her patience had already reached the limit. "Going forward, you would only be a burden for Helial, with your worthless talent."

The Witch exploded. That fight would end immediately and it would show that silly brat what it meant to stand against the descendant of the Guild of Life and Death, one of Orma's most extraordinary talents.

Skill Activated:

Firestorm

Skill Activated:

Ice Trap

The ground all around froze in an instant. Lumia remained helpless in front of that attack, as she watched Firestorm take shape in the sky above them.

That was the power of an Elemental!

Perhaps Circe was not the best fighter in the universe, but there was no denying that she had an abnormal talent: a normal Skill linked to Affinity with Fire would only allow fireballs to rain from the sky. Instead, Circe had combined the advantages of her Skills!

The degree of knowledge obtained with the constant and tiring exercise had allowed her to create a completely new Skill.

The red cloud swelled more and more with every second, while inside it several elements collided with each other.

Several explosions were generated.

Then the fire came to life and materialized in the form of incandescent rain.

Despite the incredible damage from Firestorm, the original Skill was quite easy to dodge. However, by increasing the area covered with a heavy fiery rain, Circe had eliminated the weak point of that Skill.

Not to mention the fact that, with Ice Trap, Lumia was now practically nailed to the floor, without even the slightest chance to move.

There was a reason why Circe was called the Witch of Orma!

Lumia, not at all frightened, brought her right hand in front of her, extending three fingers.

She slowly turned her palm upward.

Along with her hand, everything around her also turned upside down.

Circe had the sensation of losing her balance and her grip on the Skill, on the real world and on her own body.

It suddenly seemed to her that the world was turning upside down.

As if she had been catapulted into an Illusion.

Without warning, control over her Mana was lost and the Cast of the two Skills she was using stopped. The effect of the attacks was destroyed.

Both Firestorm and Ice Trap required a lot of attention to use.

In fact, there were Skills with different casting times.

Most of the Skills people used in melee had an Instant Cast; the most obvious disadvantage was reduced damage to the opponent.

The Abilities of the Elementals and Spells casters almost all had very long Cast times, over ten seconds. However, the damage of those Skills terrifically overcame the corresponding melee attacks.

Circe felt her limbs become lighter and it seemed infinitely more difficult to concentrate in order to activate her Skills.

It was as if she and Lumia had both ended upside down.

Still, Lumia's silver hair seemed to go against gravity and fell straight and tidy on her shoulders.

The Witch of Orma was disoriented and confused. She couldn't understand what was happening to her.

Was this really an illusion?

How could such a young girl without particular qualities be able to create such a powerful illusion?

No longer knowing what to think not to go crazy, Circe concentrated all of herself on the clash. If she had remained inert, she would have played Lumia's game.