Sylvie gradually stepped forth and gazed at the demon who was gliding down to the ground once more.
Upon seeing that smashing shot that sent the warrior flying into the woods, her legs were trembling. She had never seen such a thing before, not to mention that monstrous and mindblowing impact.
However, she wasn't ready to let go of her life just yet. Her tricks were useless in this situation since she had failed a couple of times before when she tried to kill the demon.
The knife on her hand was another mere illusion... It wasn't the magic item her sister was speaking of.
[Sylvie!? Your life's at stake!! I cannot let you die! Either you use that magic item... or I force you!]
In Sylvie's inventory was a 4th Grade magic item that had the power of a thousand mages. When she found that magic item after executing a magical beast, there was a certain message.