Under the pressure of a powerful aura, Alfred felt his legs go weak. He was too afraid of Waldo, completely devoid of any will to fight. Hearing Waldo's words, he felt as if he had plunged into an icy abyss, his entire body chilled to the core.
"Why? Why are you so fast?" Alfred managed to utter, his throat feeling as if it were clamped shut, making speaking difficult.
Waldo, however, paid no heed and made his move. A long spear appeared in his hand, thrusting forward like a relentless giant snake. "Die!" Waldo shouted, his voice booming like thunder.
Alfred's eyes widened in rage as he let out a roar. Then, a green lightning bolt shot out of his mouth. This was actually a dark green, extremely sharp small sword, dripping with verdant hues and shimmering with a bright green light. The sword, with its terrifyingly sharp aura, gave the impression that it could pierce through the hardest of substances.
