Claire had built her entire reputation on absolute, overwhelming control of the battlefield. But right now, she was being pushed to the absolute breaking point.
Her red aura flickered like a dying candle. Blood dripped steadily from a jagged gash above her left eye, blinding her on one side.
She swung her massive greatsword after reaching the Calamity lord, a horizontal arc that sheared through the air with a deafening boom.
The blade struck Vora directly in the waist. But there was no resistance.
The golden-haired Calamity Lord simply smiled. The moment the black steel made contact, her flawless pale skin and internal structure instantly dissolved into a thick, shimmering golden liquid.
The greatsword passed completely through her, splashing droplets of gold onto the cracked earth, before her body seamlessly reformed a millisecond later.
