Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

- A simple altar prepared. An offering to bring in arranged spirits. Magic formation lines drawn to trap them inside.

"So we're gonna make a call, huh?

Auria declares that she is ready. South Side - It's a square with a fountain.

It determines the division of roles by the type of Spirit invoked.

"Regards"

"Um - then"

When she answered, she nodded and began chanting as she sang.

"A soul awakened and wandering more than sleep. Answer my call..."

Something invisible to my eyes comes together with the chant. I felt magic pouring in.

Little things come and go. Such signs.

Not that one, not this one. Countless sorting to be repeated.

And that comes. It's like a big object falling in. It's like a slope collapsing and an avalanche. Such a feeling.

The mist that was scattered gathers to form a shape. If it materializes, I can recognize it. White clothes and white hair like floating in the dark at night. A girl with a head and a distressed look on her face.

"Now -!"

Auria touches the magic formation at her feet. As soon as the junction is activated, the circle of light surrounds the square.

The Spirit showed a way to scratch the line. It seems painfully boring, its appearance...

"Why can you cross your own realm and wander off to give? How do you do?"

Auria's call continues. Furthermore, we pray to the Spirit that Mallane suffers. Illumhilt did not keep an arrow on his bow, pulled the string and squeezed it, sounding the ringing string.

The Spirit looked back abominably, where he opened his eyes for the first time. Neither white nor black eyes are there. There's just a bloody red-stained orbit.

To its appearance, Auria rounded her eyes. Still, the call didn't stop, but there is an increased sense of urgency in the tone of my voice.

- The look of a woman. And, uh, red eyes. I know a spirit who looked like that.

"- The opponent is a magical type. Dense and Defensive"

Skip the instructions briefly and everyone will follow the instructions. In the form of three Auria, Mallane and Illumhilt using their technique to quell the Spirit on each of them, the rest of us turning to their defense.

Confronting spells against mental attacks, putting psychofields on everyone, and preventing them from being attacked directly by the rear guards on the defensive field even more - after which I step forward and fight.

"I'm coming."

I look back over my shoulders and smile at everyone, with Uroboros in my hand, out front.

It's a nasty move in a different way than a demon. Not to mention if what is building up and ferocious for the only reason. Plus, we can't target a one-shot special.... Well.

"No, no, no, ahhh..."

A voice leaks from the mouth of the Spirit that neither cries nor screams nor groans. The swelling magic. Changes were also made in that body. Wings grow in the corners, tails grow - and hold their own shoulders like they refuse to do so.

"Shield!"

Instruct your allies to defend themselves. The next moment - the Spirit opened his mouth wide - I was rolling out a magic shield on the largest scale.

Scream...

A tsunami-like shock wave passes by. That's screaming. A wave of magic that rips the soul of those who listen. It has the effect of putting those who have heard it properly into a state of panic. Even so, it is physically destructive.

Cracks run on cobblestones inside the junction. Or crushed - the stone fountain that was in the square was crushed by fine dust.

"Grrr!"

Auria, who maintains her bond, devours her teeth at the impact of slamming the inner wall. The only thing that was safe without being crushed by the shock wave was the one behind the shield.

But no one is hurt. It has not been damaged by the spirit, nor is the bond maintained.

Scream. Sound waves. By the time I hear it, it's too late for defense - but I hear you need a lot of magic buildup before the big move. Then we can fight enough.

Banshee. It is the spirit of a woman who informs her family of her death and weeps sadly, and is also said to be a kind of fairy. Spirits and fairies - like relatives.

It has similar properties to Durahan in the sense that it is misidentified as undead... but the power now - it is not a digit from the BFO mob.

"People's minds are getting tangled up and we're getting a lot more power! Watch out!

Is that the change in appearance? With Auria's voice on my back, I activate a magical circulation, kicking the cobblestone and flying towards Banshee.

Combine magic to accelerate. At the same time, you hit the backhanded Uroboros with magic.

I don't slip through more because I'm a spirit than I am materializing. Intense magic like rebellion. Heavy response transmitted to the arm. If this weight is the magic or thought of the Spirit, it is considerable.

We can play behind each other with sparks.

"No, no, no, no!"

Banshee approaches with an odd voice. I've been letting go with purple glowing magic in my palms.

Get away from the ballistics while taking it with a big expanded magic shield. To explore the nature of the attack.

Impact that ripples across the shield. It's a mass of vibrating, resonating magic.

If he took it alive, he would smash his bones, shake his guts, and take serious damage to his whole body. Except for screaming, they have all these means of attack.

But - there's no reason anywhere to hesitate to step in. The magic in Banshee's palm and beating Uroboros to a meeting. Each other's magic collides, attenuates, and offsets each other. Paralyzing response.

In it, a slight sign of impatience. Thoughts, thoughts, and thoughts of those who entwine there.

Sawdust - heavy and depressing, I guess.

"Come. It (...) leaves no sharpening and scattering"

Set up a uroboros - dare make me laugh.

He seemed to see the three men in the rear as enemies, but that provocation completely identified me as a target.

He wields it to slap the magic accumulated in his arms. Meetings, shredding, and recirculation.

Like dancing in a ring dance song. Rise to the sky, shredding each other's magic.

In the high-speed, flowing scenery, there is a voice that is hard to describe, both screaming and angry.

Before a scream pops out of my mouth, I hoist my jaw with a cane in one act and slap it off.

but is there no such thing as pain in the first place? Or is the wrapped extra not even part of the Spirit, I can't see any frightened appearance.

At that moment when he was struck down in Uroboros, he was already back on his feet and shouted only at this one in the face.

- Sound walls. Shockwave.

Take it like an impending tsunami with a magic shield and airscreen multiple walls. A blow that swallows every shield. Anyway, the range of attack is huge.

I don't use Mirage Body. Because it is always desirable to take a position where no shock waves are directed at your buddies.

"Thundercloud!"

Class 6 thunder magic. Banshee's body gets bored, wrapped in a charged dark cloud. Does a magical thunderbolt work? But for a moment, too. The clouds are scattered by magic waves when the body is shaken away loudly.

I'll go crashing with you again. The blue and white magic cast into Uroboros and the purple magic that dwells in his arms draw tails to the darkness of night to create a trajectory of light.

While the other strikes out, this attack strikes out the Spirit more than once.

The feeling of shredding. But Banshee can't stand it. I won't back down and I won't be frightened.

I get a distance before they crush my distance because I've been packed in time. Make a mistake, jump over, flush it. Once again, he turns around and slaps the blow from the dragon wand.

Banshee condenses the magic of her arms and tries to sweep away the breadth. Penetration from the front. Torn and fleshy with a uroboros. Beat him through the flank.

For the sake of being ferocious... how could you attack with your head? So you're accumulating so much power - it's becoming a high-ranking existence?

Strike up your jaw and leave. Banshee loses sight of my exact position. Instead, point me in the direction of my departure - pointing to that area.

Banshee's scattered magic created countless purple light spheres to condense around me. This is...

Screaming leaking out of my mouth. The moment the waves of sound reached the photosphere, they caused resonance and caused a chain burst. Almost simultaneously. I myself had a blast scattered all over my body.

"Theo!"

Everyone's screaming. But there is no problem. I jump out of the blast. I'm intact. Keep storming toward Banshee. Banshee puts his hands forward so as to hold Uroboros in, but kicks the shield and flies straight to the side, then re-orbits it at a sharp angle and punches it through the side head.

The explosion that revolved around me... was caused by my own magic.

Fire Magic Class IV Repel Burst. The magic of spraying a blast around the operator, which can also be called protection when the magician is stopped at close range.

However, reactive armor procedures set off a blast to offset the shock wave caused by a resonant bomb from all directions.

Banshee's attack today was reminiscent of the wind magic Resonance Mine.

You didn't think you couldn't take him down, Banshee comes after me with an abominable leak of oddity from his mouth.

As I said in my imitation, I have even launched a suicide bomb attack by seeing the magic itself wrapped around my body as a resonant bullet.

But a tone fork doesn't tremble much unless the source is huge. If it's not a resonance wave that starts with screaming, it's a level where the shield alone can do enough. Angle and flush backwards.

Reward for the blow. Evasion and pursuit. Leave the blue and white residual light in the darkness at night, slicing and sharpening it off without mistake. Shock waves and explosions.

But I was feeling lighter and lighter. offense. It's like burning fuel with every single one of those exchanges. Such a presence.

Then you can launch a more - a bigger offense.

"Come!"

Sense the accumulation of magic and stop your legs. For a moment Banshee opened her eyes and swelled her magic as it was. Deploy multiple shields in a conical shape. At the same time. The biggest scream ever swallows me.

Long and long. The screaming and magical running that never ends. Uroboros wrapping a blue and white spark roars and responds to my magic. Heavy response transmitted to arms.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!

Find a glitch in the running stream. Rotate from body to body with the temper of tearing. Pushing through the walls of magic with a shield.

"Hi-"

Banshee, who recognized me as penetrating through the tsunami of magic, screamed differently in nature than anything before. Expand a huge magic circle.

Nothing - it's not like I'm going to kill you. Is this magic reasonable to account for comprehensively from previous responses?

"Burn it down."

Class 8 Fire Magic Furness Flare. A sphere of polar flame is created to cover the banshee. Up and down the fireball, a sealed formation to take away the opponent's movements. It is a vicious magic that traps you in a vortex-wrapping spherical scorching hell and burns down any good fortune.

Banshee's response to wielding magic to bore in it. I burn it down without leaving any wrapping thoughts or distress, and I feel its power fade rapidly and become smaller. And -.

"Now!"

Polar flames splash on all sides.

It's magic that originally ends with flames condensed in the center and bursting, but when you do that, there's really nothing left. The surgery was lifted on the way.

What was left in the fireball - a blurry, phosphorescent appearance, cut to scale rather than banshee, a small spirit figure.

Banshee. It seems that the name means fairy... A testament that it is also a kind of fairy? Or is the effect of the earlier mutation still present? Or did I push the image?

I see clear feathers like butterflies on my back. Bright, brilliant feathers, like morpho butterflies.

I look at Auria wondering if it wasn't too much, but she's nodding. Apparently, it's okay.

Are you unconscious - the Spirit was slowly lowering altitude with his eyes closed, but when he took it over his palms, he opened his eyes thinly.

That's how the Spirit - somewhat relieved - stared at my face in wonder.