Chapter 469: The Great War (1)
“Are you ready to face the consequences of your actions?” Yula’s sharp words cut through the air as she fixed her gaze on Karyl.
Her arm regenerated almost instantly, radiant light filling the space where it had been cut off.
I couldn’t feel anything.
Severing her hand had felt strange, like cutting through empty air. Where his blade had once been repelled—as if it had struck an invisible, unyielding wall—this time, it had cut through without the slightest resistance.
Yula bent her newly restored wrist and began walking toward him. With every step she took, a pale light surged from the top of her feet up her legs and all the way to her shoulders. The glow eventually faded, revealing a dazzling silver suit of armor, thick and heavy despite her slender limbs.
A single wing unfurled behind her back.
“Hoo... So even gods wear armor, huh? I guess fear of death is universal,” Allen chuckled to himself.
The moment Yula donned the armor, every being within her domain felt like the air had been knocked out of their lungs, Karyl included.
As she came to a halt, a deep rumble spread from beneath her feet, as if an earthquake had struck.
“Gah?!”
“Stay alert!”
“All forces! Hold your formation!”