Replica the Angel looked displeased. She thought she could defeat Alvaric with her previous attack, but reality didn't match her expectations.
"This is going to be troublesome," she muttered, already preparing to fight again. "But still... you're just an incomplete creature."
The dust faded. Alvaric's figure began to appear. His body was perfectly fine. Not a single wound. His gaze was sharp, serious.
"I was almost killed," he said inwardly. Then he pointed the Crimson Demon Sword at Replica the Angel. "I don't understand why you always say things I can't comprehend. But one thing... I will defeat you."
Replica the Angel smiled. "Let's see which of us is truly worthy."
Another cryptic sentence from her—words that made no sense to Alvaric. There were too many strange things that came out of her mouth.
Of course, Alvaric was curious, but he wouldn't ask. He knew she would never answer any of his questions.
"Whatever," he said as he lowered his stance. "Let's begin!"
Flash!
