Because of Lucas's shouting, Nikita lost her focus, and her power dropped back to normal. The Fenrir clan wasn't renowned for power but for their stamina and speed. Thanks to that momentary lapse of concentration, she lost the duel.
'Ah... I really lost~ even though I wanted to win so badly?'
Despite Nikita feeling like Nikolai would crush her throat. Her lips formed a distorted smile because she felt happy.
That smile seemed to come into the sight of Nikolai as he tore her flesh.
Nikita's blood covered Nikolai's face as he tightened his grip, which caused the colour of her lips to turn blue from the pressure around her neck.
A ferocious gaze filled his eyes until the moment he looked at her face, something inside him shattered. It was like a beautiful glass ornament falling from the ceiling, covering the ground with small shards that twinkled with little images.
