Bradly did not understand how Meylin had pierced his defenses — but understanding no longer mattered. What mattered was survival. He could not allow those cursed blades to reach the vulnerable joint at the base of his skull.
He released the Valkyrie's head and, without hesitation, struck his own chest with a precise blow. The technique was brutal and refined — the kinetic force reverberated through his divine body, bypassing flesh and bone to hit Meylin, who clung to his back.
The shockwave hurled her away.
Bradly turned instantly toward the Valkyrie, bashing with his feet. But she had already used the opening to retreat, saving her head from being crushed into paste. Rage surged through the Neo-Angel's chest, his turquoise aura trembling with murderous heat.
His prey had escaped again.
