The gods' chosen pride (2)

Leona couldn't help but wonder if they had made this decision because they realized their previous opponent was too overwhelming or if they simply wanted to see how the results would differ when facing someone with the same level of strength.

Nonetheless, she didn't care which it was, as this was the perfect situation for her. 

Leona gripped her sword tightly, planning to go all out from the start. Without hesitation, she muttered, "Boost."

In an instant, a surge of Vylkr energy erupted from her Devourer's bracelet, coursing up her right arm and swiftly spreading throughout her entire body. Her eyes took on an inky blackish tint as countless strands of Vylkr energy enveloped her form.

"I hope you're prepared," Leona asked, broadly smiling as she focused on Gian.

Gian nodded confidently. "Absolutely," he replied.

Leona's smile faded into a frown as she noticed Gian adopting a serious posture, tightly gripping his cutlass.