The probing rounds, the test ended. Nero felt it—the cold, calculating pressure from the golden-winged woman shifting. She was done analyzing. She was beginning to act.
He couldn't afford to wait. He couldn't match her in a drawn-out battle of pure law mastery, he understood this, it was now it dawned on him he had been slacking off, Nero shook his head to focus on the ongoing fight. He had to hit her with everything he had, right now, before she could fully unleash whatever a Purple Knight was truly capable of.
With a mental roar, he stopped holding back. He didn't just use Lightning or Fire separately. He fused them. The golden electricity around his body turned a violent, unstable white, threaded with veins of deep crimson fire. The air around him warped and screamed, burning and crackling at the same time.
