"If there's anything left, right?" Drakion smiled, but as he turned his face, he saw Dantalian with his body covered in golden energy, smiling back at him and disappearing in front of him. At that moment, his body froze, realizing Fiona's footsteps getting closer and closer.
' I'm dead... ' That was the only thought in Drakion's mind.
Upon observing Drakion's state, Fiona would realize what had happened, but before she could make any move, an overwhelming pressure emerged, and in her vision, she saw only a blur heading towards her. Without time to respond, she simply accepted the blow.
"Let's make a bet?"
The blur, in fact, was just the motion of my arm extending forward, coming within a few centimeters of Fiona's face.
Fiona held my hand at that moment, and a numbing sensation began to spread throughout her left arm, making her wonder:
"What would have happened if he had punched me?"
