"The second strike is coming up."
Standing amidst an endless sea of black flames, Tarolia slowly spoke, with red light diffusing behind him and converging on the combat knife, causing his aura to become suddenly divine.
In the pervasive red radiance, a heavenly realm seemed to emerge faintly, with mountain ranges stretching out, rivers winding, and countless living beings residing and proliferating, perfectly blissful.
But at the moment that paradise-like domain appeared, Jack Clark inexplicably felt a surge of intense aura.
Clearly, Tarolia had not given up, wishing to subdue him with absolute strength, which left Jack somewhat speechless; he never expected that one day he'd actually be coveted by an infernal witch.
Crackle Crackle!!