Max was sent flying toward the roof of a building, and he managed to safely stop himself from crashing.
The two sisters, Alivia and Olivia, circled around Max as they engaged in combat after also flying toward the rooftop he was on. Their movements were fluid, each attack seemingly planned and executed with precision. Max held his ground, his crimson blade flashing with each parry.
They were moving from rooftop to rooftop and many people noticed their presence as they kept moving at intense speed throughout the festival.
Max, however, was not focused on the people. Rather, his attention was solely on the two succubi, who seemed to have a newfound determination.
But Max was not one to back down. He had faced countless dangers in his life, and despite his young age, he had become hardened to the horrors of the world. His heart raced with anticipation, and an adrenaline rush coursed through his veins.
