'She's loose…' thought Rias as the Territory fell apart. His eyes kept darting over to Pherdanta. He could afford such a luxury, even while battling Uyuniya, Elita, Aurolio and the seven Generals of Boron all at the same time.
None of them could, as of yet, steal his focus from the biggest threat around – that sharp-nosed woman and her damned sword.
The masked man gave a passing glance to Nigerra.
'She was a good distraction while she lasted, at least.'
Godspeed Highway fragmented and vanished, the last bits of it overtaken by the rushing, gusting winds of Aigas, the broken sky, and a gargantuan empty where oceans had been once. Everyone who had been in the Territory was falling.
Pherdanta immediately forced her Territory to dissolve. It expended too much of her stamina and she didn't think it was the best option she had against her next enemy – the masked man.
She held her Dance of the Necrotic Butcher tight.
