The First Letter (49)

The axe blade came hurtling in at a ferocious speed. Seeing the silver trajectory that tore through the air in a straight line, Delphine instinctively thought:

At this rate, I'll be hit. That axe had not been swung with any intention of stopping midway. If it had, it should have been a little slower than this.

A high-speed blow without so much as a hesitation.

There was no time to stay flustered. Delphine finally snapped back to her senses. The axe blade was already rushing toward her, but she was not too late.

Her dagger was still wreathed in aura. Though it would have been difficult to pierce straight through even bones reinforced by mana in a single stroke, drawing it back posed no great problem.

Her body spun, and her white gown unfurled. The dagger she was drawing back crossed with the axe like dancers in motion. It was a razor-thin moment.

With a faint rasp, the back of her shoulder was nicked. Blood would soon seep from the wound. But this was the middle of a desperate battle where even a split second could decide victory or defeat.

She could not spare any thought for it. Still turning, Delphine swung her dagger.

The dagger shot forward like a bullet, drawing a golden line. Delphine had the advantage in mana. No matter the difference in mass, her dagger could not possibly be overwhelmed in a contest of strength.

The only problem was that her body had yet to properly regain its balance because of the sudden turn...