While a few meters away Kris was indulging in an unparalleled bloodbath, another battle was about to begin.
Adrian Dantalion stood straight, his hand casually resting on the pommel of his ceremonial sword, his short silver hair shining under the sun of Tenebris. A provocative smile stretched his lips as he stared into the reptilian amber eyes of his opponent. Facing him, Godwin Pendragon looked like a volcano about to erupt.
"So, Godwin… has Seraph Michael granted you the power of one of the weakest legendary families, but also the patience of a child?" Adrian asked in a slow, honeyed voice, his golden eyes gleaming with contempt. "Isabella once told me that your fury was just a mask for your clumsiness… I'm starting to think she was right."
Godwin roared, the ground instantly cracking under his boots as an overwhelming gravitational pressure invaded the space. "Shut up, you Dantalion bastard! I'm going to crush your bones and offer them as a sacrifice to Seraph Michael!"
