And on the other side, Lorena tightly clutched the Holy Canon in her hand. Before the Death Shroud's massive, bloated yet strong body, the petite girl seemed almost like a baby. But she was able to effortlessly dodge the Death Shroud's attacks, which were like that of a whirlwind, swinging its scythe and bringing about gusts of wind strong enough to tear anything daring to enter it to pieces.
However, like a butterfly weaving through the gaps in the air currents, Lorena nimbly and agilely darted into its midst, rushing straight to the Death Shroud's front. Then she extended her flawless, white, right hand, clenched into a fist. She let out a delicate cry and threw a punch, striking the Death Shroud's swollen belly.
