"[Overlord's Magnanimity]."
The spell crossed the duel ground as warmth.
It poured out of the Primordial Villain and into the samurai standing across the frost, and every fighter in the crowd with senses worth the name felt the moment it arrived.
Ayame's presence climbed.
It rose past the captains and the champions and the named monsters watching from the ranks, swelling around the petite woman until the air over the duel ground carried two storms instead of one, and then it stopped, leveling off exactly where the Primordial Villain had promised.
Ten levels below her sister.
The stats flowing through the bond were a loan from his own primordial body, measured with care, just enough and nothing more.
The verdict of this duel belonged to her, and he refused to steal a single gram of it. Quinlan just gave her what she needed to take matters into her own hands.
Ayame closed her eyes and breathed in.
Her whole life, her swordsmanship had lived one step ahead of her flesh.
