[Dance of Death].
The sword that contained the thick curse turned into a dark black.
A cursed sword dance that prays for the death of the enemy.
Death bloomed splendidly and rushed toward Neria.
In the face of the approaching flower of death, Neria did not hesitate.
She even threw away her shield after her sword.
– Huung.
She twisted her head to avoid the sword tearing through the wind. The saber aiming at her shoulder blade was swatted away by her arm guard.
Avoiding what could be avoided, and buckling what was difficult to avoid.
As she repeated the series of movement, the dance of curse was over before she knew it.
Just that she hadn't thought it wouldn't even be able to chaff her skin.
The sword dancer's face was stained with despair. Seeing that, Neria clenched her fists.
'There's nothing different about her.'
