"Hmm? Who goes there?"
"Who I am is none of your concern."
"Arrogant!"
Sistine's face suddenly turned cold, and with no desire for futile conversation, she decisively made her move. Did they really think appearing suddenly would intimidate her? Who was Sistine, if not someone who could easily kill anyone present, even the Revenge Shadow Rider?
"Sharp Wings."
As soon as those words were spoken, Sistine's figure leapt into the air as if defying any revelation mechanisms. She spun wildly in the void like a top, as beautiful wings transformed in an instant into blades of chilling gleam, sweeping forward.
Seeing the situation, the opponent softly murmured "Dark Dance," his lower body steady as a mountain while the upper body continuously played with forms. Over time, the swaying range of his body became increasingly exaggerated, resembling a wandering dancer, as an invisible aura silently solidified into a semi-tangible form, visible to the naked eye.
"Ha!"
