"Hah~" Elizebeth sighed.
Callisto and Brice were a mess. Their faces were already covered with blood. Their hands and feet were shaking, probably because they had pushed themselves too hard.
How could she not get angry in that state?
Elizebeth brushed her face with her hands.
The atmosphere was heated up, two sides had gathered and glowered at each other.
"Hey! Pablo!" Elizebeth called him out. "What's wrong with that man? Still dead to the world?"
TRUMPET!
Pablo roared, stomping his thick legs.
"Want to know something fun?" Elizebeth smirked.
Pablo didn't answer her. He glared at Elizebeth with her tiny eyes.
Elizebeth soon raised her hand and summoned her dominion from within herself, creating the glow from her stomach and traveling across her body.
Pablo started to panic.
TRUMPET!
He called his allies to start the last battle.
BOM! BOM! BOM!
His allies ran up with murder intent.