Crimson Spell Volume 8 Page

"You think you can take on the master, Kaito?" Akira taunted, her voice like a gentle breeze on a summer's day. "The Inferno technique has been passed down through generations of my family. You, with your novice skills, won't stand a chance."

The resulting explosion of magical energy sent both combatants flying, their movements momentarily arrested. As they regained their footing, Kaito locked eyes with Akira, a newfound respect kindled between them. crimson spell volume 8

His eyes locked onto the figure of a young woman with striking green hair, perched on the edge of the temple's roof. Akira, the Kyoto sorceress, flashed him a mischievous grin. "You think you can take on the master, Kaito

"Scarlet Flames of Kiyomizu!" Akira shouted, her hands weaving a fiery sigil. Kaito?" Akira taunted