Stark didn't waste a second.
He was beyond angry, but that anger had already come and gone, leaving him feeling nothing but focused.
In the ruined remains of the temple, he glanced around, assessing the damage.
Sora lay crumpled nearby, still breathing, though she was unconscious.
Stark exhaled in relief. At least she'd made it.
A few feet away, Lilith's body was sprawled on the ground, her energy completely drained.
Stark barely knew her, but she'd helped him fight, and that was enough for him.
For a 3v1 battle, Father Hugo had completely wiped them out.
The fact that Hugo had managed this said everything about his power.
Maybe Hugo was as strong as the moon trio themselves?
No, Stark shook his head. No way.
"Child, let us continue," Hugo's voice echoed, cold and mocking.
He lifted his arm, summoning a spear glowing with raw, ominous energy.
It was [Spear of Judgment], a move Stark owned.
