"Velvet darling, can you please help me test it? Cinderglass rounds, icicles—the works."
"W-What?" Ned stammered.
"Of course," Bianca answered. As she walked to a different room, she added, "We have a lot of high-level potions. Nothing to worry about."
"WAIT!"
Within seconds, Bianca pulled out Fralhame's Lance and spun it like a baton. Bracing the buttstock on her shoulder, the witch aimed and fired.
Bang!
A loud detonation followed. The shockwave made the air in the room quake; the glass along the windows and the cabinets all shattered in the same moment. Something collided with Ned's chest that abruptly sparked, along with a sharp sound.
The teenager winced in terror while covering his face, yet when he looked at his body, he was fine. Despite the flashiness of Bianca's shot, it failed to penetrate or even move the onyx armor.
