"Ahhh!"
Caedor let out a sudden roar as he burst out from a tangle of vines, his body surging with power. That energy condensed in an instant, forming a massive broadsword in his hands. With a furious cry, he brought it crashing down.
"Damn you! You filthy thieves! I'll slaughter every last one of you! Die!"
Andona blinked forward in a flash, her holy sword already slashing through the air to meet his strike head-on.
The clash unleashed a shockwave of raw, violent energy that rippled through the entire hall, shaking the walls and floor with a deafening boom.
Her wings, etched with ancient rune arrays, weren't just for show—they stored power and emitted a terrifying devouring aura. That allowed her to absorb energy at an incredible rate. Right now, she was already at the peak of Tier 18.
And in that moment, she was more than capable of going toe-to-toe with Caedor.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them had exchanged dozens of blows midair, neither one gaining the upper hand.
