Chapter 252

John watched the colour-killing wave expand with fascination. "So that is anti-magic?" John wondered as he followed the last few seconds of the short-lived fight. Her dagger simply cut through Maximillian, like John's Mana Blade when it was infused with the water element. It was highly doubtful that her weapon worked similarly on a base level, but the end result was the same. The damage to his soul made the king collapse, and the fight was over.

"That wasn't THAT fucking impressive," Thana crossed her arms.

Rave raised an eyebrow, "Ya really have to chill."

"I don't have to do anything, epilepsy hands," the blood mage pressed out between clenched teeth.

"Thana, seriously," John sighed; he felt the perpetual complaints about Nia slowly getting on his nerves, "just spit out already what your problem is."

"You mean aside from the fact that she looks weird, talks weird, has weird powers and flirts with you?!" Thana asked.