World in the Painting Ishruna: Fierce Battle

"If we have the holy sword, dealing with those two won't be a problem at all."

As Olga Marie spoke, she sent out her Familiar to share its vision and observe the battlefield.

"But to be safe, we should wait until they decide the victor before using the holy sword to reap the rewards."

She lightly waved her fist, seeming to encourage both herself and Gray.

"As they say in the East, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it."

Hearing Olga Marie's words, Gray gently nodded. However, activating the holy sword was no simple matter for her. She had to focus completely, communicate with the holy sword, and obtain its permission before she could unleash its true power.

Otherwise, the holy sword was merely an exceptionally sharp and sturdy weapon.

At this moment, the battle between the King of Winter Wolves and the Night Wanderers had reached a fever pitch. During the fierce fight, the Night Wanderers had been killed by the King of Winter Wolves twice more, releasing the sealed power once again.

From afar, all they could see was a crimson sun clashing with howling wind and snow. Vast magical power collided again and again, nearly deafening them.

The aftermath of their battle destroyed everything. Any existence drawn into the battlefield was utterly pulverized.

Not only that, but crimson flames burned across the wounds like gangrene clinging to the bone. They were remnants of Primal Fire's blessing, the absolute bane of magical beasts like the King of Winter Wolves, which brimmed with destructive power.

As one of the first Rare People, he had received Primal Fire's blessing, allowing him to endure through thousands of years. But that blessing had also worn away over time, leaving very little behind.

As a messenger of death, how