After three resounding tinging sounds, deftly blocked by Valeria's sword, her heightened senses once again proved their brilliance. A resounding, rage-filled voice of a man reverberated in their eardrums when uttering the name of the Illuminati with such seething rage.
'This guy is strong,' remarked Valeria, sensing a slight tremor in her right hand.
Three knives, gleaming in ocean blue, assailed her individually within a mere matter of seconds. Each possessed the force of hefty boulders hurled at her, propelled with the velocity of avalanches reminiscent of those she had triggered before.
This innate power compelled her to exude her aura, her countenance assuming a resolute expression as she braced herself for the imminent epic clash.
'Hold on, maybe…'
