Rosalia's every slash tore through the air with a piercing sonic boom. The domineering greatsword didn't even need to land a direct hit—just the residual force of its arc was enough to blast away everything nearby.
Likewise, although Alice constantly darted and maneuvered, her attacks were just as overwhelming. Brilliant flames erupted and spread, igniting the surroundings into a blazing inferno.
Yet no matter how violently Alice detonated her flames, Rosalia remained unfazed, repeatedly suppressing the fire with her greatsword as if nothing had happened.
Back and forth they clashed, dozens of exchanges passing with neither side gaining the upper hand.
"Huff… what is wrong with this woman? She's been hit by so many Flame God Butterflies, yet even her clothes aren't damaged."
Divine power continuously condensed into butterflies, wave after wave flying out and exploding into dazzling bursts of fire. The anger on Alice's face gradually gave way to vigilance and gravity.
