Chapter 135: Two Options
The wind constructs kept coming.
Grace’s divine energy burned through her veins like liquid fire. The flow of combat slowly elevated within her. She could feel it pooling in her core, spreading to her fingertips, making her rapier glow so bright it hurt to look at. The sensation was different now than it had been months ago when she’d first manifested her Blade of Eternia. Sharper. More focused. More hers.
More deadly.
Another construct materialized in front of her, its form twisting and writhing like a miniature tornado given shape and murderous intent. Grace didn’t hesitate anymore.
It was probably thanks to her new Bravery, but those days of freezing up in combat were long gone.
She thrust forward, her thin blade piercing through its center with a satisfying burst of light. Instead of regenerating, the thing exploded into wisps that the mountain wind carried away like confetti.
[Right, excess energy. Got it.]
To her left, Diana grunted. The sound of her golden sword clashing against the Primal Demon’s claws rang out like a bell being struck by a hammer. Even from here, Grace could see the strain on Diana’s face. Sweat dripped down her forehead despite the freezing mountain air and rain. Her arms shook with each block, muscles straining against the creature’s overwhelming strength.
"Any time now, shortie!" Diana called out, voice tight with exertion. She ducked under a swipe that would’ve taken her head clean off, the claws whistling through the air where her skull had been a split second before.
Grace gritted her teeth. Right. She needed a plan.
But what? The Tempest was still up there, floating above them, surrounded by swirling winds that formed a protective barrier around her body.