After shouting those words, Ouroboros adopted a low sprinting stance, his claws digging into the ground, back arched like a coiled predator. Instantly, he dashed forward with such explosive speed that he generated a deafening sonic boom, the shockwave rippling across the battlefield. Jerom barely had time to react, his eyes widening in shock as he hurriedly cast a defensive spell.
"Holy Guard!"
A cocoon of radiant Divine Power enveloped the Pope, glowing with the intensity of pure light. The cocoon shimmered, its protective layers meant to withstand even the blows of a High Champion-tier attack.
The defensive spell was extraordinarily powerful, especially for something hastily summoned. Yet, as Ouroboros closed in, his lips curled into a wicked grin since he knew it would not be enough. The full momentum of his sprint propelled his palms forward, smashing into the Holy Guard with terrifying force.
"CRACK!"
