Princess Cromwell and Her Six Brothers
With a flick of his wrist, the fly whisk snapped, instantly purifying the blades into wisps of black smoke that dissipated into the air.
"Interesting," Mystic Vale's eyes glinted with intrigue. He put away his contempt, formed a hand seal with his right hand, and chanted. The black mist on the magical weapon surged, condensing into a giant black ghost claw with world-shattering force. The sky darkened, and wherever the claw passed, the ground cracked with fine lines.
Cloudwalker's expression grew more serious. He knew this strike was extraordinary. He quickly pulled a yellow talisman from his sleeve, tapped it with his fingertip, and the talisman instantly ignited, transforming into a golden