"Bang, bang, bang," accompanied by a muted boom, several mists of water sprayed into the air with a hissing sound of bubbles, turning into fine droplets that showered down like dew, enveloping the Mage girl inside. The glistening droplets slid down the hastily opened Magic Shield due to surprise, leaving a moist trace on the ground. Vivian stood with her mouth half-open, shocked at everything before her, the brain of a genius that could stun the entire Magical World, yet unable to comprehend what had just happened. After the burst of mist, there were countless sparkling shards, large swathes of tiny bits of paper that spat out from confetti cannons at the same time, densely filling the air above where the girl stood, falling softly like fine snow. The shiny scraps, like a rain of petals, settled on the girl's head and shoulders, who had closed her Magic Shield, as if she were covered in a colorful blossom.