Nosphaleen looked up into the skies, a helm covered her gorgeous features but revealed those eyes as hard as ice and glowing as though a blue star of their own.
BANG!
She caught Borun by the neck despite his falling speed as though snagging a ball out of the air, the thickness of his neck, even coated in blood, seemingly not bothering her in the slightest.
Her eyes burned.
There was no one left of the 033 Sanctum. She had killed at least a third of them personally, the rest of them hurriedly giving up directly and leaving the space.
For a single person to be capable of such a feat, it could be imagined what the reaction was, but she was far from satisfied.
She needed to be smarter.
Be Strong.
Be All-Knowing.
She had heard these words reverberate through Sylas' mind time and time again, relentlessly and without pause.
There was a reason for that.
When you lacked strength, you shouldn't lack knowledge.
If you had knowledge, you shouldn't lack strength.
