Ares used his Holy Affinity to the maximum.
His eyes grew bloodshot.
The air around him shimmered with golden light, as though the sheer force of his power was warping reality itself.
Emma, on the side, used the Darkness to devour the Death squeezing her heart.
Shadows coiled around her, writhing like living creatures, as the faint scent of decay lingered in the cold, oppressive atmosphere.
Her face was pale and her lips trembled with exertion.
Both of them panted as they successfully defended against the attack.
They survived. Barely.
Their expressions were grim, their bodies battered, when suddenly Neo opened his mouth.
"As expected of you two. You erased my attack completely."
His voice was calm, eerily devoid of any emotion, a stark contrast to the chaos around them.
Ares and Emma felt something amiss.
Neo stood there, unflinching.
He was calm.
Too calm—
