Holy Sword Tournament Arc II
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(POV: Akashic Records)
The suffocating darkness began to thin.
Then, a figure emerged from its depths.
Serena, with her pitch black hair flowing around her like a dark aura, stepped forward. Her red eyes glowed intensely, reflecting the malevolence that emanated from her very being. Her lips, adorned with blood-red lipstick, curled into a cold, emotionless smile as her gaze locked onto Lirien.
Lirien's heart raced, her instincts screaming at her to be on guard.
She took a step back, her hand inching towards her sheathed sword.
"Your mana... it reeks of poison," Lirien spoke with a plain voice.
Serenaʼs eye darted to her ankle, where the mana suppression anklet that had been securely fastened was now conspicuously absent.
Serena's cold voice pierced the air, devoid of any emotion.
"Ah, it seems I forgot to put that back on," she remarked casually, as though discussing the weather.
