Before Rosalia could even get back on her feet, Hannah pressed the attack again.
With a light tap of her toe, the ground cracked beneath her. Hannah's aura surged violently.
"Third-tier Divine Technique—Grip of Agony."
Ripples spread through the air. In almost an instant, Hannah appeared before Rosalia. One hand shot forward, turning intangible, passing straight through the greatsword's guard and slamming into Rosalia's chest.
Rosalia's heart shattered instantly. Terrifying divine power ravaged her body.
"Pfft—"
Blood hung in the air like a suspended curtain, refusing to fall.
"Heh. Got you."
A trace of satisfaction appeared on Hannah's face. "That was easy."
"Was it?"
Hannah froze, lifting her head—only to meet Rosalia's eyes, cold as frost. Feeling her aura suddenly double, she was stunned for a split second. "What the—?!"
