If he didn't win, there would be no future. For the peace of the continent, and even to survive, Aint had to behead the demon and emerge alive.
Grip! Aint's hand holding the sword tightened.
Gardner was right. This wasn't a question of whether he could win or not. It was a battle he had to win.
There was no hope in running away.
"Unpleasant, utterly unpleasant."
The demonic energy intensified. In response, Aint also activated his aura. Brilliant light opposed the darkness.
"Indeed, the Armian folk have no reason to exist in this world."
It was at that moment.
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As magic circles activated, a massive whirlpool of mana surged. Bright light beams flashed like fireworks.
They were over dozens of magic spells.
