— Isbe - PoV —
Miya charged at her with all his strength, but he didn't move for his place as he said, he just stood there and took her attack head-on with a smile.
A blast occurred, it was a clash of mana pressure of hers and his, with her attack, there was a dust cloud lifting up in the air,
I was looking at them on the ground, helpless and slowly mist flew away….
Miya's head was down and her fingers were bleeding, her nails dug out from the tips of her finger, and blood was spewing out, while he was standing tall with a smile on his face, unscathed and unharmed.
Miya's eyes gaped and he cracked his neck,
"Didn't I tell you, it's futile!" He rubbed his cloth, and wiped the dust off,
Miya was baffled in disbelief,
"Alright then, let me tell you what a real attack is!" He lifted his arm and mana rushed into his arm.
The mana pressure was monstrous!
Miya seemed to be frozen in her place in her face.
She looked at him and we knew it was over for us, there was no hope-
