Rullein landed on the grass field and stabbed her swords on the ground before she looked at her trembling hands. Her gown was ruined, the wounds on her body were seeping out black smoke as if she was bleeding. She scoffed in disbelief as she looked around her at the floating colorful orbs around her and celestial beasts on the ground severely injured and wounded that they would turn into orbs soon. She slowly lifted her head and looked up at the sky and there were still dozens of Great Spirits including the ancient ones.
"Anyone else who wants to charge at me?" Rullein smirked as she stretched her fingers and wrists. "No one? Fine, it's my turn then," she grinned as she gripped onto the swords' handles.
