Gold Kraft

In the midst of the raging battlefield, Zephyr and Athena looked straight at each other.

The atmosphere around them was intense and suffocating, and everyone around them felt like someone was covering their faces with a pillow.

Athena's pretty eyes squinted, and then she kicked up some rocks from the ground. Those rocks flew like bullets through the air.

Zephyr moved his vambrace-covering arm and smacked the rocks off the air. Those rocks were stronger than ordinary rocks, as they had a deep crimson hue on them.

'When she kicked those rocks, she infected her own Kraft into them. If I hadn't coated my vambrace with my own Kraft, those rocks would've shredded through and destroyed my arm.

'What a tricky maiden. She isn't known as one of the most skilled mercenaries for nothing.'

Athena started moving. Her feet rapidly covered the distance. She stabbed her sword forward, and it met with Zephyr's blade with a loud clang.