With an idea in mind, Sylvie immediately pressed his index and middle fingers together, brought them to his lips, and blew a loud whistle.

Before long, the sound of wings flapping could be heard.

A thunderbird, formed from condensed lightning, flew in front of Sylvie, gradually elongating and enlarging, transforming into the shape of White Kite.

Her key areas were covered by the illusionary thunder armor, but even without it, her flat figure wasn't much to look at.