And if she were killed by someone else, that would only mean she was weak.
She would not resent others. If she had to hate someone, she should hate herself for lacking strength, because she was weak.
By this point, Esdeath understood that even after obtaining an Imperial Arm and becoming its wielder, she was still no match for Durandal.
No one knew just how powerful Durandal truly was. But even knowing she was no match, Esdeath still had to fight with everything she had. That was what she pursued.
She had been raised from birth in an environment where she hunted others and was hunted in turn.
Esdeath touched the Imperial Arm mark on her chest. Although she had already mastered this Imperial Arm, she felt... it might possess even greater power, something she had yet to comprehend!
A life-or-death battle and an intense sense of danger might accelerate her understanding of the Imperial Arm's hidden abilities.
It seemed Esdeath had thought a great deal, but it had all happened in an instant. She was still fighting, and although she could tell Durandal had been holding back all along, she could not let her guard down.
The ice pillar beneath her feet shot into the sky in an instant, carrying Esdeath high into the air. From above, she looked down at Durandal below.
She raised both hands, and ice rapidly gathered above her head, forming a gigantic sphere. The ice ball grew larger and larger... until it became a colossal ball of ice nearly five hundred meters in diameter.
Standing beneath the massive ice ball, Esdeath lifted it and hurled it straight at Durandal.
After the ice ball smashed toward Durandal, Esdeath appeared above it as well, accelerating its descent.
"All flash and no substance!"
The gigantic ice