Execution Time?
This was yet another term the Phantasma could not understand, but the young man above him had no intention of explaining.
Because the instant the other party announced that fact, Riku had already moved in tandem.
His expression was cold as he gripped the longsword with both hands, one above the other, and pulled it out of the Phantasma's body.
As the blood spilled onto the ground with a splatter, Riku completely ignored the fact that the Phantasma's claws still held him captive. He bent his legs, assumed a peculiar stance, and aimed the icy blade at the Phantasma's neck.
The imminent danger forced the Phantasma to focus on the human before him again. He had no time even for threats and instead frantically increased the strength in his arms.
Although he did not understand where these two got their confidence, the Phantasma's powerful instincts had already sounded an alarm in his mind, making him react in an instant.
Whatever tricks this human still had, as long as he emptied that health bar with only a sliver remaining, things were bound to turn around.
He firmly believed that, but the next moment, helpless bewilderment replaced all his anger and resentment.
-Why?!
The towering Phantasma's eyes contracted as he roared madly in his mind. He could already feel the wonderful sensation of the human body in his hands gradually giving way beneath his strength, but just as that strength was about to become actual damage, he stopped moving.
Or rather, some inexplicable power forcibly changed his movements.
The Phantasma watched as he released his grip on Riku, staggered a few steps backward, and finally bowed his head low, unable to make a sound or move, his neck bared for execution.
Even though he had unleashed all his magic, the