In the throne hall, a woman in black stood stubbornly. Her legs struggled to support her and her arms sagged as they grew heavier.
Every time she swung her sword, blood spilled out of her wounds and painted the stage red.
Her attacks were nullified with ease and a huge white claw reached her in the blink of an eye.
Enigma put up her sword and gave everything she got to defend herself.
Her mind powers pulled the giant wolf into an illusion. Her gravity powers repelled the white claw. And her dark powers created a barrier of darkness.
This was the best she could give.
Despite her heavy injuries and exhaustion, Enigma's attacks would've been enough to repel any normal peak level 7.
While her opponent wasn't a monster like Varian, he was definitely not normal.
"Experience the despair!"
A cold and rough voice filled with hatred and glee thundered in her ears.
