In a reversal situation, the Executor was now cornered to prove his own belief.
All of his bravado—considering everyone around him as nothing but lesser beings, created to serve him in some way or another—was gone without a trace. He was still shaken up by what Rex said to him earlier.
For once in his entire life, he was faced with actual dangers.
Receiving the force of the Brutal Impulse, the Executor was now aware of the risk of death.
He could actually die if he made one wrong move.
Despite his reluctance, he couldn't underestimate Rex who was backed by the Countess.
Clang!
Pushed back by the force of a clash of metals—the Executor's eyes turned bloodshot as he charged at Rex again with unyielding might. Both of them were locked in a fierce exchange, brandishing their weapons at each other.
Sparks of friction and energy flew around like fireworks from each clash of their weapons.
