Pherdanta rapidly healed while within the enclosure of her Territory. Her neck stitched together, as did her limbs, allowing her to flex her muscles. Unfortunately, despite the immense power filling her bones, threatening to shatter them, her stamina wasn't restored. She still felt exhausted – so tired she could keel over and die.
But she had a role.
She gripped Dance of the Necrotic Butcher tight and eyed Nigerra with the limit of her blazing bloodlust. She drew her sword at once.
'I'll end it with [Great Vein]!' she thought and made to unleash a series of impossible slashes straight through Godspeed Highway and its master.
'It's coming!' Nigerra's intuition warned her of danger.
Between Kintar coming at her from behind and Pherdanta far into the distance, she knew she had to deal with the Commander of the Stark Troops first. Thus, she mobilised both her Eyes of Moving and the Primary assault function of her Territory to retaliate.
But could it be done? Indeed, it could!
