The mythic charged, an ethereal energy escaping like trails of steam as the transformation she had undergone was complete. Sora's eyes were squinted, hot wind blowing at her direction, forcing her to block with her hand over her face.
Ding!—the system emerged:
❖Tier 5 Mythic Discovered!❖
⧱Devilish Illusionist⧱
Devilish Illusionist? Sora glanced at the system. Though her thoughts weren't on the name of the mythic but the tier number that emerged.
She could recall fighting against the metal giant who was at least a tier 4 mythic but the idea of a tier 5 mythic was dangerous. The pressure she felt from such power was too much, she felt like a weight was brought on her shoulder.
To worsen the situation, the trees around her as of pulled by a strange force began to press against each other, blocking every escape route,
'Are you fucking with me?,' she muttered in her thoughts, bewildered by this.
