". . ." Alice clenched her fist.
Her fingers tightened around the blade in her hand.
That last attack…
As the two collided, she could clearly sense that the power of Oblivion was not targeted towards her.
No, it was simply focused on offsetting the damage she would do with Void Axis.
He didn't have the intent to harm her.
Even if it came at the cost of himself.
She stared at the man with his back against the ground.
A giant diagonal slash across his chest, blood pouring from his wounds and staining the floor.
His eyes were on the verge of losing their light as his chest slowly heaved up and down.
As a nine Sigil Lord, killing her should've been easy.
But Theron held back till the end.
"Is your life really worth hers? Is the life of someone who does good for this world worth the wench that takes the life of others?!?!" Alice shouted, demanding an answer.
It was illogical to her in every way.
She couldn't accept it.
