An icy shiver ran down Adam's spine as he listened to Morgane's description of the Pontianak. 'At least she doesn't rely on curses. But why target men?!' He thought, his lips quivering.
Then, his eyes widened as the fatal beauty raced towards the unexpecting Julius, her hand ready to gut him. The temperature noticeably dropped as her satisfied snarl resounded, and her eyes glowed with satisfaction.
"NO!" He roared, materialising his Luminous Wildblade. With a swift movement, he sliced the air, leaving light and dark hues behind the weapon, and blocked the terrible strike.
Astonished by the ghost's interference, she released a blood-curdling scream as she pushed her arm onward, gaining the upper hand for a few millimeters and showcasing her abnormal physical strength.
