As the Huntress' words—"So be it."—rang through the air, her stance solidified like a mountain, unmovable, while dark vermillion veins ran across her face.
Arthur could feel the intensity of the moment settling upon them, realizing his limits were about to be tested.
The crackling of her Willforce reverberated in his ears as he gripped his staff tightly, his eyes narrowing with determination.
He could sense her power—the dark vermilion flames swirling around her, her aura suffused with a malevolent intensity. She wasn't holding back. He knew that whatever happened next, it might be a fight to the death.
Without warning, Grace raised her hand, the air around them rippling with the force of her power.
A blast of dark vermilion energy shot forward, streaking through the air like a comet of destruction.
