Above the collapsing ruins of the buildings, surrounded by golden light, the purple-haired girl with her hair dancing in the wind softly murmured to herself, feeling the strength inside her body that had increased a thousandfold.
"So, this is the power of my Valkyrie armor."
As Amitya was looking around, her eyes carried a faint authority, giving others the feeling that she had aged several years in an instant.
In Amitya's eyes, those high-level senior sisters with gigantic Phantom Beasts behind them, which used to oppress her severely, now seemed so weak.
As if she could kill them with a single shot from her hand.
And this was not an illusion, for at this moment, she was truly that powerful.
While Amitya was lost in the euphoria of her newfound power, Jack Clark also slightly lifted his head, evaluating his 'masterpiece'.
