Accompanied by her furious roar, several purple halos behind her suddenly burst with dazzling light, followed by thick beams shooting out from them, interweaving into an airtight net of light in an attempt to intercept the racing chains.
Rider moved with the evasive unpredictability of a ghost, her movements fluid and seamless as she effortlessly dodged every single light beam whistling past with a sharp, piercing hiss.
Those light beams seemed to possess a life of their own, pursuing relentlessly, yet each time they merely grazed the edge of Rider's clothing, completely failing to truly touch her by even a fraction of an inch.
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