This time, Gerald did not swing his sword down. He simply caught the blood spear with his bare hand.
Viscous blood clung to his hand, continuously surging into his body, intending to devour this arrogant Pegasus until not even scraps remained—but no one noticed that the blood was vanishing at a speed invisible to the naked eye, gradually slipping beyond the Bloodfiend Lord's control.
Its owner had yet to realize this. A trace of cold malice appeared on the Bloodfiend Lord's face as he said icily:
"How dare you disrespect Sarkaz history, Divine People? If not for your ancestors—"
He was interrupted.
A wind blade even more powerful and irresistible than the blood spear he had fired came chopping down from above with unstoppable force. He had no choice but to use a sea of blood to withstand the Pegasus's spell.
But shackles made of mere liquid could not stop such an assault. He had to turn the sea of blood into hardened blood and forge it into an impregnable wall to block the strike.
The sudden attack forced the Bloodfiend back a step. He raised his eyes and looked at the Pegasus before him.
And the Pegasus spoke.
"May I receive your blessings, Father, Mother."
"May I receive your understanding and forgiveness, my love."
"May I be invincible."
Gerald prayed softly. Gold began to spill from his pupils, his blood began to burn, and the invisible wind in his hand took the shape of a sword.
The clear sky suddenly darkened as clouds from nowhere covered the sun's radiance.
The wind rose.
Inside Kazdel City, in an ordinary room.
Theresa anxiously opened the window and looked at the sun obscured by clouds, pacing back and forth in place.
"You seem quite anxious."
An unfamiliar male voice sounded beside