"I was once a Magus A fearsome Mage, I used to rule the lands of Ether with my Sickle Staff and my Lightning Chain"
I clearly remember the first day I sat foot on Asurian continent, its harsh blizzards and magnetic flux storm can easily kill a Corites weak flesh, I ventured to hunt down the Calliana's but it turned out that my wind spells are no match to these arctic fighters.
I was in the middle of reminiscing my history, then a sudden rapid succession of ammunition rippled into my armor, chains of bullet penetrated my white plate. My defense gauge is starting to deplete, I cannot see where the attacker is, then another set of bullets poun