Chapter 103: Orvak
With a smile, Wuthenya’s soul-bound weapon materialized in her hands, a pair of sleek, black twin daggers. Then, in an instant, she appeared directly in front of Orvak. No movement technique, no Astra, just pure, unadulterated physical strength.
Her dagger carved through the air with maddening grace, arcing toward Orvak’s neck. But the Sinvaira simply took a single step back, an amused smile lingering on his face. The dagger sliced through the space where his throat had just been.
"Put some strength into your attacks. I haven’t made a move in centuries, don’t bore me," Orvak said calmly, sidestepping another incoming strike with insulting ease.
Wuthenya immediately vanished from her position, reappearing several meters back. She clenched her jaw. What Orvak said was true. Her life was on the line, she was battling someone leagues above her. There was no room for reservation. She couldn’t afford to waste time or energy.
Astra erupted through her Astra veins like a dam bursting, her aura flaring wildly. Despite the overwhelming gap in strength, her smile widened with reckless abandon. She didn’t care for the disparity. She was a Wargrave.
The ground beneath her feet exploded in a deafening roar as she shot forward like a missile, her speed breaching the sound barrier with ease, like a bullet through paper.
Her twin daggers rose, and silver energy bloomed across their edges. Then, like the weight of a collapsing sky, her assault descended upon Orvak.
But this time, he didn’t dodge.
He smiled.
A grin mirroring Wuthenya’s stretched across his face as he raised his palm, and in a blur, struck forward.
Like two nuclear warheads colliding, daggers met palm in a burst of cataclysmic destruction. The world seemed to dye itself in silver and white, a conundrum of clashing energies surging outward in every direction.
In a flash, both combatants vanished.