The Pitiful General

The moment Anaemia was caught by the golden ribbons, she struggled to break free. However, she quickly found that the more she fought, the tighter the golden ribbons became.

"It's no use. Merdere's Graceful Ribbons is not something that can be broken by the likes of you." Solomon said coldly.

"Merdere...? Impossible..! Then the rumors-" Orcus furrowed his brows at the mention of that name. 

"Release her at once!" Leuko roared as several tendrils of darkness erupted from the ground beneath Solomon.

"Wait!" Orcus tried to warn Leuko; however, he was a step too slow as Leuko had already made his move.

Woosh! Woosh!

Two tendrils swirled around one another to create a single tendril with a sharpened point. The newly formed tendril lashed out at Solomon with a heavy penetrative force behind it!

Bang!