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A surge of strength reached the tips of the woman's fingers, her gaze turning cold. Whatever frailness she had once had vanished, her body springing into action.
Ryu shook his head internally.
This was a shame, really. If she had been grateful like she was meant to be, he would have been able to use her to ask a favor of the Blacksmith Wynhorn. But, with how things were going, this was clearly not possible anymore.
So deep within the Holy Battle Ground, the only others who could come so far were Sky Gods who specialized in the sword. By now, due to Ryu releasing the shackles on the Battle Ground, those that had found it easier to gain enlightenment had already been forced to retreat as the lands returned to their original difficulty.
This was all to say that the only two here were Ryu and this woman. Even if Ryu wanted to call for help, it would be impossible. And in the face of a Sky God… What could Ryu possibly do?
BANG!