After being forced into a direct confrontation, Iceheart now lived up to her motto and behavior. She was isolated, without any possible assistance.
Despite the seemingly grim situation, Iceheart was excited rather than worried or nervous about it.
What better way was there to improve aside from soloing an Elite Enemy?
"Hmph, this is just fine anyway." Iceheart assumed her battle stance and locked eyes with the EGW.
Similarly, the EGW's right stone arm changed into a large sword that resembled a Claymore.
It swung their newly formed Claymore back and forth, almost as if it was testing the weight and balance of the weapon. Each swing whistled through the air, carrying an ominous power.
Iceheart, who was standing a short distance away, narrowed her eyes in disbelief.
