In the blink of an eye, Scarlet's blood-red sword tore through Valaria's shoulder.
There was no hesitation or regret.
She had seen Art's display, but that young man would be having his hands full with Uranus.
Since he delayed in arriving, she too would take her time before she presented herself to him.
"Hehehehehe!"
And yet, as her blade dug into the girl's shoulder, all she received was maddened laughter—only to realize her blade had missed, tearing through the ground behind her.
"Huh?" Scarlet furrowed her brows.
She had killed for centuries; there was no way she would have mistaken her attack connecting or not.
She clearly felt Valaria's flesh against her blade, so why was her shoulder still intact?
"Are the runes finally getting to me? That idiot... I told him to shut it off."
Letting go of her sword, she cursed Kahn in her mind and pivoted her knee straight into Valaria's face.
It struck just as she expected, but...
"What the heck?"
