Sarriel's blade flashed, deflected the wing scythes one after another. The ground to her side was ravaged and torn, but she remained indifferent, the speed of her movements not matching the ease of her expression in the slightest.
She could tell that Ryu was tapping into his inheritances right this moment. This sort of flame and lightning manipulation technique could only come from the memories of Ancient Beasts. There was no doubt when it came to control of the elements, beasts stood near the top of the food chain.
But, why should she care? If there was a second group that could stand right next to them… Wasn't it the Faeries and the Fey?
Sarriel and Ryu both vanished, their blades clashing. At that moment, whether it was clones or Skeleton Warriors, they all collapsed, unable to withstand the pressure.
Sarriel's blade danced and Ryu's ferociously tore through the air. Space froze in Sarriel's wake and tore in Ryu's.
"[Moon Blade]."
