Clash. Clash. Clash.
The Silver Prince, with a surge of new strength, became as strong as Moroya, relentlessly raining down attacks on Fromund, who was desperately trying to resist.
If he hadn't used the power of his spear, Fromund would have been able to fight the Silver Prince on equal terms, but he had been forced to do so.
Now, he had to find a way to deal with the Silver Prince, but Fromund didn't know how to do it.
"Shit, he's gotten much stronger!" Fromund glanced at the amber layer of energy surrounding the Silver Prince. "I can barely keep up with his attacks, and that bitch! She's the main problem!"
As before, Moroya remained on the sidelines. From time to time, she attacked from a distance, leaving scratches and cuts on Fromund's body. Thanks to his quick reflexes, he managed to avoid critical wounds, but eventually his body would reach its limit.
However, the main threat from Moroya was not that.
