Erin hovered above the battlefield, her radiant wings beating against the fierce wind, which caused her hair to float in the breeze.
Her emerald eyes were sharp, her jaw tight as she glared down at Nox. In her hand, the holy spear pulsed with divine energy as though it was the scythe of a goddess, ready to obliterate everything in its path.
From her elevated position, Erin could see everything—Nox's every move, every twitch of his muscles.
Nox stared at the hovering Valkyrie, who, despite her terrible attitude, appeared extremely stunning amidst the dozens of holy spears around her.
With a swift motion, Erin flapped her wings, and her body shot higher into the night sky. At the same time, the spear in her hand shot forward at Nox with incredible speed.
Following behind that spear were the remaining spears, which had been suspended midair all this time.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
