"What is this?" Replica the Angel was shocked.
Just as he was about to cross his arms to block Alvaric's attack, his body was slowly being dragged downward. The blood surrounding him started to stick and pull him down with great force. Every time he tried to free himself, it reappeared—again and again.
Replica the Angel couldn't escape.
"You'll meet your end here!" Alvaric's voice echoed from above. His figure floated mid-air, surrounded by a vortex of spinning blood.
Replica the Angel looked up. "Isn't this unfair? He nearly has everything you once possessed. Meanwhile, I... only have a sword, a magic staff, and... a bit of regeneration."
Replica the Angel looked visibly annoyed. He took a deep breath. Alvaric had already moved his hand.
At the same time, hundreds of blood spears and tendrils had appeared, along with Alvaric, ready to finish it all.
"You will die."
Just as the blood spears were about to strike Replica the Angel, his body suddenly glowed.
