"Damn, she's sharp..." Ricky mused inwardly, his mind sharpening like a blade as he prepared to face the descending crimson meteorite hurtling toward him.
From the moment the crimson-eyed princess had first revealed herself until now, only a few heartbeats had passed—yet in those fleeting seconds, she'd crossed a vast distance, her speed near-incomprehensible. When Ricky blinked again, she was already upon him.
A crimson blur ripped through the air, the sky dimming beneath her presence. Her spiritual field unfurled like the descent of a blood moon, suffocating, absolute, and deathly silent. The sheer pressure in the atmosphere twisted space around her—a dominion of decay and domination.
This was no bluff. This was the spiritual field of a true Stage 3 Undead Princess, a pressure that would have reduced most to trembling corpses in an instant.
But Ricky was not most.
