Liora's figure was many times smaller than the unknown Devil's true form.
Standing in front of him, she seemed akin to an ant facing a menacing dragon.
Yet, the power coursing through her body filled her with confidence.
The sword in her hand traced through the air, drawing a line across the space, and arrived before the palm.
Then, it struck it.
Liora's arm trembled. The sword in her grasp shook and, although made of pure darkness, cracks began forming all over its surface.
On the other hand, the downward momentum of the palm only paused for a brief moment before continuing.
A loud shriek followed as the sword could no longer withstand the power.
With a clang, it shattered into fragments, quickly dissolving into shadows.
Fortunately, Liora had never believed that her attack would be able to match the unknown Devil's.
She only needed it to win her some time, and it had achieved that purpose.
