'Run or fight?'
That question lingered for a long moment in Dante's head.
BAM!
Suddenly, Clara moved her spear aside and punched the sword, throwing it back again.
Dante ignored her strange behaviour and attacked, treating it like every other attack she landed. But then, he noticed that the relic was shaking.
'No, it's…'
He squinted and noticed another detail. The shaking effect was affecting every segment for a moment before moving to the next, as though the force of her punch was moving…
'Shit, it's literally moving!' Dante's heart sank as he prepared himself for the impact.
The force was moving toward Dante through the sword, and he couldn't do anything about that!
His relic was literally a part of Dante's arm. What would he do in this situation, chop it off?
Dante focused his mana into his body, and secretly used his demonic energy, doing his best not to leak any of it.
If even a small amount of the demonic energy left his body, all that would be for nothing.
'Ugh!'
