Delia fought hard, even to the point of becoming as bloodied as Ri was on the outside.
She lost count of how many wind blades she had narrowly dodged and how many times her arms had threatened to shatter under the might of the saber, rod and hammer that constantly bombarded her.
And yet, she stood firm.
The truth was that Delia still had no idea whether her god level constitution was of the top three or of relatively normal stature… Without having awakened it fully, or even to a great enough extent, there was no real way to tell.
However, the way she fought now, anyone would be hard-pressed to label her as anything normal.
