Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 171: Reflection of the Moon on the Water

His main opponent was Zak Van Spina, a young man with mid-length black hair and piercing green eyes marked by determination. A fifth-circle mage specialized in nature magic, he made thick, grasping vines burst from the frozen ground.

<Strangling Vine!> Zak’s fingers traced green runes.

Living wooden tendrils burst forth, seeking to ensnare Jasper.

<Whip Vine!> Another, thinner and faster, cracked like a snake toward his legs. Jasper barely dodged, one dagger cleanly severing a third vine.

Jasper tried to counterattack but the younger brother showed raw and aggressive talent, leaving no room for maneuver.

Not far away, a scene contrasted violently with the fury of the fight. Rosalinda Van Spina, sixth in the overall rankings, was kneeling beside a Twilight student who was bleeding from a gash on his leg.

She had long silky green hair and eyes of the same deep, worried color, set in a face with fine, slightly angular features. Her hands, enveloped in a soothing glow of tender green, passed over the wound.

<Sap Healing.>

But her body trembled, a visceral timidity and fear nearly paralyzing her. She lifted her eyes toward the combatants, and her soft voice broke under the effort. "Please... stop... We’re going to end up hurting each other needlessly..." No one was listening.

Katrina, for her part, was a storm of frost. Her bow fired Piercing Frost Arrows that left trails of crystals in the air and froze everything they touched.

But she was pressed by Jezabel, Lady of the Sun, a fifth-circle mage. Jezabel had activated her <Mana Sense>, her eyes glowing with a cyan light to analyze flows and assess threats.

"You’re holding up well, half-elf," Jezabel called out.

<Incandescent Heat: Pursuit Bird!> She conjured a vivid flame in her palm and shaped it into a delicate-winged bird of fire. With a gesture, the bird launched, spiraling to evade Katrina’s frost arrows and diving toward her with intense heat.

Katrina countered with a <Frost Veil> to protect herself, but the insistent fire bird forced her to keep moving constantly.

Jezabel followed up, this time defensive. <Solar Veil!> A wave of scorching heat emanated from her and solidified into a luminous, rippling shield that melted the surrounding snow and vaporized the ice projectiles.

Under the pressure, Katrina had no other choice. She closed her eyes, and a deep bond activated within her. <Wind Spirit: Sylphide>

The air around her vibrated, then an ethereal silhouette emerged from her back. It was an Epic-rank sylph spirit.

The creature, barely a meter tall, had eight delicate, translucent dragonfly wings that beat silently. Its face possessed a fairy-like, adorable beauty, a perfect resemblance to Katrina’s fine features, but imbued with a serenity unlike the psychopathic expression she wore.

The spirit merged into her in a burst of bluish light.

<Spiritual Resonance!>

Katrina’s silhouette became haloed in an icy glow. Eight dragonfly wings made of frost and wind appeared at her back. Her white hair with black tips seemed to come alive, bathed in an aura of frozen wind. Her glacial blue eyes shone with tenfold power.

A fourth-circle mage with an affinity for wind and ice.

She was now a hybrid entity, both half-elf and elemental spirit.

Even if this transformation lasted only a few minutes.

She raised her bow without touching it. The wind charged with frost and formed a Swirling Arrow of Ice and Wind by itself.

She released it with a flick of her hand. The arrow, far more powerful and faster than the previous ones, sliced Jezabel’s Pursuit Bird into two clouds of steam and crashed against the Solar Veil with a violent crackle, making the heat shield waver.

Jezabel’s gaze grew more serious. The balance of the duel had just shifted.

Resonance was one of the exclusive elven techniques that fused for a few minutes with one’s guardian spirit to boost mana and attacks.

Faced with Katrina’s unleashed power in resonance, she knew she might have to resort to her most powerful spells, or even her ultimate transformation: <Elementary Body: Living Flame>.

The frozen battlefield had now become the stage for a clash between two exceptional elemental powers.

The intensity of the battle on the field reached a deadlock. Katrina, though strengthened by her resonance with the sylphide, realized she could not break through Jezabel’s solar defense alone and save her clan from defeat.

’Lady Lynn, we need your help.’ she said in her mind.

As Jasper nocked arrows, the air grew heavy with moisture before a translucent silhouette, shaped from pure water, materialized. It embraced him from behind, its liquid and cold arms closing around his neck.

The features of the aqueous figure were a perfect replica of Lynn, but imbued with a supernatural serenity.

"I’m here, darling," murmured Lynn’s projection, her voice a crystalline echo in Jasper’s mind.

"Lynn," Jasper breathed.

"What are you doing here?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"I came to help my man," replied Lynn’s projection, her watery palm pressing against his back. A powerful and soothing flow of pure, regenerative water elemental mana seeped through his armor, pouring directly into his mana heart like a revitalizing tide.

Jasper’s fatigue partially vanished.

It was one of Lynn’s abilities: using her elemental spirit to project pure mana, even across hundreds of kilometers.

The duel between Jasper and Zak Van Spina was reaching its climax. Jasper was an exceptional archer, and Lynn, his fiancée, one of the most versatile and powerful mages of their generation. But it was when they fought in concert that their true, almost symbiotic synergy revealed itself.

Boosted by the influx of energy from Lynn’s projection through Katrina, Jasper seemed to draw from a deep reserve.

In one fluid motion, he emptied his virtual quiver, firing twenty arrows in a sequence so rapid they formed a silver curtain in the air.

Then he slightly slid his blindfold. His left Moon eye, usually veiled, was exposed. It shone with a pearly, supernatural glow, and a thin trickle of blood immediately flowed from his eyelid, the consequence of sensory overload.

He articulated the words that only the bond with Lynn could make possible: "Reflection of the Moon on the Water!"