The Ice Angel was entirely shocked when he realized that Silva was unharmed. He was certain that the attack had killed, or at the very least, injured him, yet Silva stood there without a single wound.
"Honestly, your attack took a turn I didn't expect. You are really powerful," Silva said, then flew up into the air.
"I had to go out of my way to actually block that."
Silva looked at him with a soft smile, a mocking light glimmering in his eyes.
The Ice Angel began fuming. His brows creased as he gripped his staff tightly. That last attack was meant to end everything, yet Silva still stood. A cold dread began to form in the angel's heart, but he refused to yield, not to something from the abyss. His pride and ego wouldn't allow it.
He readied himself to strike again.
Silva simply shook his head.
"Are you sure you want to keep going? You can clearly see I'm stronger than you, or do I have to put you in the ground first?"
