Amid the chaos of the collapse of the floating buildings in Blood Moon City's Mist District.
"What I mean is, Ulysses, you're pathetic."
Hughberlian looked at Ulysses mockingly, as if telling him that her own life was within easy reach and that she disdained even to spare a glance at a pest like him.
Ulysses's agitated mind could no longer perfectly control his summon.
"I don't accept this! No one would like you like this! If he likes this evil you, then he wouldn't like the pure you, pure as falling snow. You're lying to me."
Ulysses's face twisted. Fury that could almost burn everything raged in his eyes, while Blood Race magic enveloped his body, so intense that it nearly distorted the space around him.
The girl's cheeks, flushed with emotion even in her demon form, had already said everything—
There truly was a man who had opened her heart.
She did not look like she was lying.
"Keep fighting, and you invaders will only go from dying quickly to dying slowly!"
Ulysses's fingers were like a paintbrush, though their tips were dipped in blood. He waved them wildly through the void. With every stroke, blazing flames surged into the sky. The crimson abyss burned fiercely, swallowing the floating building where Hughberlian stood in an instant.
No one could break the deadlock!
Once this Scorpion-Tailed Witch, who was holding him back by burning through her power, ran out of strength, the collapse would begin again!
The scarlet tongues of flame spread like living things, greedily devouring everything.
At the center of the sea of fire, Hughberlian charged forward coldly, amber mist drifting from the corners of her eyes.
Her footsteps were like walking on the tips of blades, and the raging flames could swallow her at any moment.
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