Chapter 358. The Core of Sin (2)
Craaaash!
The explosion swept over Caron. He widened his eyes and stared ahead. Even after a blast violent enough to obliterate everything around them, the enemy still stood unscathed.
"I thought a lot about what I should say when we met again," Seria said.
Even though the blast had torn limbs from her, Seria's body had rebuilt itself in an instant.
Sssshhhhhh.
That ashen holy power—which was now indistinguishable from Perverse Mana—gifted her endless regenerative ability far beyond a troll's.
Every beat of her black wings sent a monstrous gale washing over Caron, and black feathers drove into him, embedding themselves in his flesh. Cold murderous intent crept into his body through those feathers. The Seria before him exhaled a murderous intent so thick it seemed to stain the air, and she reached out toward Caron.
Craaassh!
Seria closed the distance in a heartbeat and swung a fist at Caron's chest. Caron's muscles reacted to strike back on instinct, but at the last moment his sword stopped of its own accord.
If he cut her throat, it would be over. But Caron couldn't bring himself to make that choice.
"You're unnecessarily kind," Seria said, a bitter smile playing at her lips, then her fist drove into his chest.
"Argh."