"G-guh-hhhuhhhhhh…" The pixie's body went rigid and its eyes rolled back. Blood poured from its mouth. It tried to speak, but only a wet gurgling sound emerged. Then its body went limp, suspended in the air only by the spear of light impaling it.
Lena had once again used an extremely advanced technique.
Lying.
Holy Arrows? She hadn't cast that spell at all. She merely shouted it out as if she had used it. What she'd actually used was Perfect Hatred, the skill she'd just unlocked moments ago.
It was a spell that conjured the magical construct of an angel of wrath as the vector to carry an attack for a single split second. Just long enough to manifest above the target and execute a devastating piercing attack.
The angle of delivery was completely different from what Holy Arrows would produce. While The pixie had been anticipating a forward projectile attack. Instead, it had received a vertical spear from above instead and was completely caught off guard.
