Chapter 430: Letting a Tiger Go Only Breeds Future Trouble

Edith Yavener drifted toward Kynlee Lousvet like a streak of crimson cloud, a light laugh spilling from her lips as if this were all effortless. Countless red rays, thin as hair and vivid as fresh blood, shot from her fingertips. Those threads moved like living things. They made no sound as they slithered in, twisting at vicious angles meant to maim. Mercy to an enemy was cruelty to yourself. Yves, meanwhile, did not waste a single word. His longsword flared with cold light. A crisp sword hum...