Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 549 Sylvia's Illusion

The venue for this game was set in an abandoned ancient palace. The walls around the palace were covered with broken mirrors and incomplete statues, and the air was filled with the smell of decay and death. There was a thin crack above the huge dome, which let in a faint light, illuminating the entire venue. However, this ray of light formed a sharp contrast with the building full of darkness and despair.

When she casts magic, her eyes glow slightly, and there seems to be an undercurrent in her silver-grey pupils. This makes her eyes extremely fascinating in battle, as if they can directly attack the opponent's mind and soul. Her eyes are always cold and ruthless, as if she sees through the illusion and reality of this world, with an indescribable sense of oppression.

Sylvia's hair is also full of charm and mystery. She has long silver-white hair, which is as soft and cold as moonlight. Her hair is scattered on her shoulders and back. It is as smooth as satin and emits a faint silver light, as if it is somehow in harmony with her soul magic.

Her hairstyle is not complicated, usually just casually draped over her shoulders, but it naturally forms an elegant beauty. She does not use any complicated hair accessories, only a few strands of hair are gently wrapped by thin silver chains, which are inlaid with a few dark purple gems, glittering in the light, adding to her mysterious and noble temperament.

Sylvia's clothing is just like her magic, with a gorgeous sense of darkness. She often wears a dark blue robe made of an extremely soft magical cloth, which can protect her from the invasion of magic without restricting her movements. The hem of the robe is very long, almost dragging on the ground, and it flutters gently with her movements, as if her body is floating silently in the air.

The robe was embroidered with complex runes and ancient spells. The silver runes flickered slightly in the dim light, as if they could be activated at any time and become the source of power for her to cast magic. Her cuffs were wide and had several delicate magic trims. Those trims were inlaid with tiny obsidian. These obsidian were not only decorations, but also the medium of her soul magic.

Around her waist, she wore a black magic belt with several small crystal bottles and scrolls hanging from it. These crystal bottles contained soul essence and spell materials, while the scrolls were powerful magic that she was ready to use at any time. The buckle of the belt was woven from delicate silver threads, presenting a complex pattern that complemented her overall image.

Sylvia's hands were slender and her fingers were like works of art. When her fingertips gently passed through the air, they often brought about a faint wave of magic. Her nails were trimmed very neatly and painted with dark purple nail polish. Her fingertips seemed to carry some mysterious power that could easily tear apart the enemy's defenses.

She often wears a pair of silver gloves on her hands, which are extremely thin and fit the skin, and are also embroidered with runes and spells. These gloves are not only used to enhance her magic control, but also help her to more accurately control the soul and spirit of the enemy when casting soul magic.

On her wrists she wore a pair of silver bracelets, made of pure silver and inlaid with several blood-red gems. These gems were the power core of her soul magic, which could help her gain an advantage in soul confrontation.

Sylvia's overall temperament is cold and arrogant, giving people a feeling of being difficult to approach. Every move she makes is full of elegance and confidence, as if she can remain calm and composed no matter what kind of enemy she faces. Her eyes are always scrutinizing and mocking, as if she sees through everything while also mocking the hypocrisy and ignorance of the world.

Her existence itself is like a sharp soul blade, cold, precise, and deadly. People who look into her eyes often feel as if their souls are bound by an invisible force, and the sense of oppression follows them everywhere, making it difficult to breathe.

Sylvia's calmness and cunning make her a very threatening opponent. She never makes a sound but plans her actions, always defeating her enemies in the most elegant way. Even in critical moments, she can still remain cool and indifferent, and her fearless aura makes her seem even more invincible.

Whether in battle or in her daily college life, Sylvia always maintained her superior elegance and coolness, as if no one could shake her unwavering belief and strength.

Levia stood in the center of the palace, his eyes calmly looking around. He clenched the black staff slightly, and felt an uneasy magical fluctuation all around him. This fluctuation was extremely secretive, as if it was seeping out from every broken wall and every broken mirror.

"Sylvia..." Levia whispered to himself, his heart full of vigilance and expectation. He knew that Sylvia was not only the most powerful illusionist in the academy, but also an opponent who was extremely proficient in soul magic. She was good at disturbing the enemy through illusions and soul attacks, making the opponent fall into despair and fear.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the air, as if someone was approaching. Levia immediately became alert and focused his attention. He looked around, looking for the source of the sound.

"You're finally here, Levia." A low and mocking voice floated through the air, as if it came from all directions at the same time.

Levia frowned slightly, but he did not respond immediately, but quietly felt the source of the sound. This sound made people feel ethereal and it was impossible to tell where it came from. This was exactly Sylvia's fighting style - she liked to make her opponent confused and uneasy, gradually eroding her opponent's will.

"Are you scared?" Sylvia's voice sounded again, and this time the voice seemed close at hand, yet out of reach.

Levia ignored her provocation and focused his mind on his magical perception. He knew that he couldn't be impatient when fighting with Sylvia. Her illusion and soul magic would make people fall into a state of self-collapse. Only by staying calm could he find her flaws.

Suddenly, a silver light flashed from behind him. Levia turned around abruptly and swung out a dark barrier with the staff in his hand, blocking the oncoming attack. However, the moment the light touched the barrier, it turned into countless tiny points of light and disappeared into the air.

"Hallucination?" Levia's heart trembled, and he realized that he was in an illusion created by Sylvia. Although he blocked the surface attack, it was probably just a test by Sylvia.