Werther abandoned his earlier fighting style and walked toward Antonio Alexan at an unhurried pace.
The sudden change put Antonio Alexan on guard.
The earlier Great Explosion had left a deep impression on the old monster.
"Forest of Death."
Countless trees burst from the ground, engulfing the area around Mary Geoise almost instantly.
The trees swallowed Werther, but he kept walking forward at the same steady pace.
Whenever branches tried to coil around him, the twelve Lightning weapons floating at his side sliced them apart.
Broken wood flew as Werther walked through the Forest of Death, drawing ever closer to Antonio Alexan.
"Extreme."
With a whoosh, Werther vanished. When he reappeared, he was right in front of Antonio Alexan.
"You're too slow."
As Werther spoke, his sword traced a flash of electricity toward Antonio Alexan's throat.
Antonio Alexan had no intention of waiting to die. He raised his scepter to guard his throat.
Clang.
A clear metallic ring sounded.
"Why can't I cut through it?"
Ever since activating Sword Grave, Werther had felt something strange, though he could not say why.
"Hm?"
Antonio Alexan stared at Werther, baffled by what he had said.
"What is a sword?"
Werther stood still and stopped attacking Antonio Alexan.
Antonio Alexan was not the only one confused. Everyone watching from afar stared at Werther too.
"What's wrong with Werther? There's something strange about him right now."
Anita's little face tightened with worry.
"My lady, instead of worrying about Werther, we should think about our own situation. I suddenly feel we might not be safe even at this distance."
The Chief Steward watched Werther with dread and wariness in his eyes.
Werther now felt terribly dangerous to the Chief Steward, even though they were on the same side.
Werther remained where he was, making no