"What am I? What the hell are you? All of my curse senses fail to pick up on you," Kidd muttered as the Cursenaught's shell crashed to the ground. He ejected from the ruined unit, sprinted to a nearby Cursenaught, and climbed into its cockpit. The naked girl's words had unsettled him far more than he cared to admit.
"Trixie, activate the Ash tribulation array formation," Kidd ordered, his gaze fixed on the five void-tier curse masters confronting a lone sky-tier balanced atop a surfboard-shaped curse tool. Under normal circumstances, he would have laughed at such recklessness and dismissed it as stupidity. Today, however, he found himself thinking she looked heroic.
