Upon hearing Patricia's words, Enzo's gaze turned frigid.
He slightly lifted his eyes to regard Patricia, causing her body to instinctively tense, as an overwhelming pressure enveloped her, gradually erasing the smile from her face.
"If you desire death, I shall oblige you!"
Enzo stated coldly.
A sardonic smile curled at the corners of Patricia's lips as she retorted, "Then come!"
With that declaration, Patricia initiated the attack.
The long sword danced in her grip, radiating a dazzling brilliance, before slicing towards Enzo. The silvery sword light traversed the air, seemingly shattering the very space it crossed, its formidable power leaving Enzo momentarily astonished, compelling him to evade rather than confront it head-on.
Enzo deftly sidestepped the onslaught.
