Drakovitch pushed her back, his dragon aura crashing outward like a tidal wave, slamming against the dark, writhing mana of Gin's Witchblades.
"The Coliseum forged by the demigods was your gateway. Winning there was your only road to that salvation. By defeating the demigods and shattering their arena, I didn't just win a war—I closed the gates of your heaven. And now you are seeking us, and you think killing us would be your glorious victory."
For the first time, the King's expression shifted. The weary ruler vanished, replaced by a warrior who honored the bloodlust of his opponent. He would no longer merely defend; he would play her game.
"Dragon Art: Mantis Blade's Reaping!"
Drakovitch's forearm bones, already shaped like mantis blades, extended further into jagged, serrated scythes. He lunged with a speed that instantly outstripped Gin's, closing the distance in a heartbeat.
