Uprooted the Aristocratic Technocracy Organization(8)

No wonder Desmond felt a surge of superior energy emanating from her compared to the other peers he had encountered. When he finally cast his gaze ahead, his eyes fell upon yet another silver-haired girl. Her blade was ruthlessly impaled through his palm, causing him to wince in pain.

A quick scan of his surroundings revealed the presence of four additional silver-haired girls, their blades poised to strike him. However, his well-practiced barrier intercepted their every attempt, halting their advances with a resounding *crack*.

The protective barriers that Desmond had conjured earlier began to emit an ominous cracking sound, a prelude to their inevitable demise. In a swift and determined motion, he tightened his grip, causing the blade lodged in his palm to shatter into shards. Blood seeped from his wounded hand as his unwavering gaze locked onto the five silver-haired assailants.