Henos's gaze was fierce, filled with an unprecedented murderous intent, diving down like a Blazing Angel bringing judgment.
The ground exploded with golden sparks, lights streaming everywhere, and amidst the flying platinum hair, Henos unleashed a ferocious Straight Punch forward.
The warrior wearing the crown of slaughter raised his hand to block.
But before he could react, his body was already flying through the air.
The golden stream of light, like piranhas in the Amazon River, surged into his chest cavity, devouring the organs inside in the span of a breath.
After some time.
The warrior heavily fell to the ground, reduced to nothing more than a motionless shell.
Two other large, Armor-clad sword-bearing old soldiers, one on the left and one on the right, adopted the position of judgment, crossing swords as they advanced. The sharp blades dripped with dark cold light, aiming for Henos's slender neck. Before the fierce strikes landed, Henos felt her hair stand on end.
