The Hero King, Reincarnate to Master the Art of War

Deprived of its target, the enormous blade slammed into the ground, its massive force rippling outwards and dispersing from the depths of the crater.

"HYAAAAAHHH!!"

Inglis had been forced to use the divine technique she had sealed within herself, but it was for Eris' sake. The instant she materialized behind the Duke of War, she swung her right blade, intending to halt it just before it reached the nape of his neck, signaling victory. That was her plan, but the Duke of War's reaction speed exceeded her wildest expectations.

"WHAAAT?!!"

Jeldegrīva seemed taken aback. His wings snapped into motion, attempting to halt Inglis' sword before it could reach his neck.

"…! Too fast…!"

Though she had meant to stop her blade just shy of his nape, the interference of the wings caused her sword to slice through with surprising ease.

The left wing of Jeldegrīva, the Duke of War, fell to the ground, severed. While Inglis, thwarted by his wings, never reached Jeldegrīva's neck.

"Uggh…?!"