Before the words even finished, the Tengu Divine Master's fractured body darted away into the distance. His current condition was better than Roger's, but the battle not far away with Sword Master Cold Crow was nearing its conclusion.
There would be no good outcome staying any longer.
"Pfft!"
Roger spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"You won't have another chance!"
The injuries inflicted upon his body were too severe, but as long as he could buy some time, the Earth's power would help him recover.
But fate was unkind. The Tengu Divine Master fled at that exact moment, and Roger's body could no longer muster the strength to swing even a single sword.
[Alder]
Roger took a step forward, seemingly triggering something within the fabric of space—a critical key point, like the first fallen Domino. A faint sound echoed from the distance.
Soon, the sound grew dense and thunderous.
Until it landed squarely on the fleeing Tengu Divine Master.
"This power?!"
