“I’ve trained against Lady Tyris every day since my engagement with Meron.” Sylpha parried and deflected Night’s most complex moves and slipped through her wild swings like an eel grabbed with bare hands. “Compared to her, you are nothing much.”

“Am I?” Night roared, hurling a stream of deep violet Origin Flames from point blank. “Really?”

“Yes.” Sylpha activated the blue gemstone of the Saefel Sword and conjured the tier five spell, Crystal Griffon.

A thick layer of ice encased the Vurdalak, leaving him no space to move and trapping the Origin Flames in his throat. Bloodline abilities could hurt their own master, and with no place to go, the Origin Flames filled the Crystal Griffon spell.

Orpal’s face melted, and then it was his equipment’s turn. Once conjured, Origin Flames had to be breathed out. Orpal couldn’t stop burning himself even if he wanted to.

He reverted to his full size, shattering the Crystal Griffon spell and releasing the rest of the Origin Flames from his body to keep Sylpha from exploiting his defenseless state. His body was that of a titan, but his equipment couldn’t grow in size.

’I’m just a big target!’ He quickly reverted to his human form and covered himself with the Black Rose armor.