Boom!0

With the fall of Ymir’s head and the upper body of Tuner into the rainforest, Ymir’s massive corpse tilted forward, black blood cascading down like a waterfall from the severed neck.0

“Whew…”0

Watching the golden sword aura shimmering in midair and slowly dissipating, Aria exhaled the breath she had been holding.0

Since the moment Apostate had interfered, she had been preparing for that strike—an action strangely unfamiliar to her, having always actively fought on the front lines.0

This doesn’t feel too bad, but… it’s just not my style.0

The waiting was tedious, and it felt like he lacked trust in her abilities, which soured her mood. But what bothered her most was her own emotions.0

Shing.0

Her gaze fell on Glare, her sword, which was still intact and undamaged, despite her using her full power. It was significantly stronger than any other weapon she had ever wielded, and yet she couldn’t shake a sense of dissatisfaction.0

If only I could draw out more power…0

If she could have, she might have been able to cut down even more. Aria’s golden eyes fixed on Glare, sinking into a deep contemplation.0

“Hahaha.”0

Although Tuner should’ve fallen dead to the ground, he suddenly burst out laughing.0

“How far did you plan this? Was it pure coincidence? What’s your next move? Do you have any more tricks? The techniques you’ve used before? Are you going to use the powers of Perfect Ones? I want to see more, more, more─”0

Crack! Smash!0

Ymir’s head and Tuner’s upper body, which had fallen to the ground, suddenly snapped together like magnets, compressing tightly. Then, in the blink of an eye, a new body was...0