Michael's bravado vanished the moment the woman began to fight.
The air rippled with the shockwaves of their clash.
The earth cracked, walls shattered, and they moved too fast for the eye to follow—a blur of steel, fury, and godlike power, and the battlefield had become a storm.
Chen, pale and wide-eyed, finally found his voice. "Michael... do you think we even stand a chance in something like that?"
Michael swallowed hard, his throat dry. "No. We must free the others and get out of here—before we become collateral."
Elsewhere, deep within the Sanctuary, Ylerias's fury had reached a terrifying crescendo.
She launched herself at Rhazien with the full force of her divine fury. Every movement screamed vengeance. But Rhazien was slippery—fast, taunting, impossibly evasive.
He smirked as he weaved around her attacks like a shadow mocking the light. He had been goading her, targeting her subordinates, desecrating the name of her Goddess—all to make her reckless, and it had worked.
