As Azalea stared at the overwhelming golden wave, her eyes narrowed, and her heart raced. She had expected a few more exchanges, but Kendricks's opening move was terrifying.

Without hesitating, she flicked her wrist and pulled out a red paper parasol that seemed to appear from nowhere.

The parasol gleamed with deep red hues, and its surface etched with mysterious runes. As light danced over its surface, the runes began to pulse and whirl as if infused with life.

"The Abyssal Parasol?" The sp