Kiara advanced, her expression calm, yet her eyes gleamed with an unsettling intensity.
"You still have a choice," she said coldly.
Arin gritted his teeth and swung his sword again, putting every ounce of strength into the attack.
This time—
Kiara caught the blade in her right hand.
Then—
CRACK!
Arin's eyes widened in shock.
"Huh...?"
He quickly leaped back, yanking the sword from Kiara's grip.
'Shit,' Arin thought as he stared at the Shadow Sword that now had slight cracks on it, 'Her grip alone did this?'
He didn't have time to dwell on it. He had to take care of Kiara first.
Meanwhile, Kiara already looked prepared to attack again.
Her eyes glinted as she stared at Arin. Though, Arin could tell—it wasn't a glint of malice.
Arin focused. He decided to unleash one last thing he hadn't used.
"I have no other choice," he muttered.
And with that...
'Extra's Stand...'
Instantly, Arin's physical capabilities tripled. A surge of power exploded through his entire being.
