Ascension to the Fifth Circle (5)

Anya sighed. "It will also be the last."

Behind him, a figure of a knight in crimson bronze armor appeared, a means left by his mother. He could no longer rely on it. From now on, he would have to depend on himself.

"The Patrol of Crimson Bronze Rite!"

The Phantom Witch also unleashed her most potent ability, summoning a colossal specter of a Deep Sea Siren.

"Specter of the Phantom Sea!"

Thunderbolt's face remained impassive. With a wave of his staff, a sword of lightning tore through the crimson knight, and another bolt shattered the Phantom Witch's attack.

With a flick of his hand, two chains of lightning ensnared Anya and the Phantom Witch. The intense electrical force made their spiritual power quiver, instantly robbing them of any resistance.

It was all so effortless, smooth as flowing water.

"Each of you acts like a heroic martyr, yet you are the invaders... Besides, do you think I would let you die so easily?"