Battle Of Luck

"U-uh…?!"

The person the Martial Blade God chose next was Lemi.

Her eyes bulged with surprise. She was still recoiling from the trauma of watching her comrade die in cold blood. Perspiration covered her body while her breathing got out of control.

'Relax, Lemi! Jared can revive her. Jared can—' Suddenly, Lemi remembered something extremely pivotal.

The man before her had attacks which destroyed the soul, and Ciara had refused Jared's Soul Brand. That meant… it was very likely that Ciara was gone forever. With this realization, Lemi's heart tightened further in pain, and she almost retched in horror.

"Ten seconds before your demise. You choose." The Martial Blade God calmly stated, watching Lemi with keen eyes.

The black and white girl knew that she couldn't escape her current situation. Ciara, who was one of the most powerful people in the group, had been killed. Edward, the strongest of all three of them, was stuck—paralyzed.