"Fine," he said coldly. "I'll kill you this time."
He held his sword's hilt more tightly.
Darkness wrapped around the blade, leaving black smoky trails over it.
Then he kicked off the ground and dashed forward again. He shot toward Azael with pure intent to kill him. Faster than before.
His sword aimed straight for Azael's neck. To kill him.
Azael didn't move his feet. He didn't reach for his fallen sword.
Instead, he raised his right hand.
It moved slowly and unsteadily. His hand continued to tremble. But he still raised it.
If not a sword…
Then pure fire would do the job. That was what Azael thought. The heat inside him rose violently.
He felt like his veins were burning. His chest felt like it was about to explode. It felt like a violent flame was rushing through his whole body.
For a moment nothing happened. Then his heart skipped a beat. And something answered from his body. Something that was hidden inside.
