"Is that, Sigrdrifa?"
From a distance, Mia and Peggy looked on in shock at the mature version of Sigrdrifa, who was able to send Robert rolling across the ground with just two axes, leaving them speechless, their minds a complete blank.
"Is that really Sigrdrifa?" Mia gasped, her mouth agape.
"Right?" Peggy said, uncertain.
From Sigrdrifa, she felt a kind of familiar Law Power from her Spirituality.
It was highly similar to the Death Law but fundamentally different. If the essence of the Death Law was to bestow the result of "death," then the other's Law was closer to imposing the process of "killing."
In any case, it gave Peggy a sense of kinship from the same source.
Sigrdrifa held the North Wind Axe in her right hand and covered her cheek with her left hand with difficulty. As she released the suppression on her Spirituality, the surrounding scene began to Twist.
