Pitua!
Hyun-Joo's sword pierced the air. Sol was barely able to shift his head to the side to avoid having her sword embedded between his brows. However, he wasn't fast enough. The sword cut a small portion of his mask and created a wound on his cheek.
Sol stomped on the ground, kicking up dust and rubble to use as a cover to retreat.
After reaching some distance away, he used his baggy sleeves to wipe his cheek and thought.
'Okay, let's do it properly this time.'
Sol dropped his hand. In his sleeves, the bracelets expanded and left his wrist to contract on his middle fingers. Immediately, his eyes turned golden along with his hair that was tied in a ponytail.
Sol then raised his hand and lowered his hood, making his golden hair flutter in the wind.
On a mountain some distance away from the battlefield, Yoon-Jae was holding Little Zeel as usual while the others stood around him. They were all watching the battle unfolding between Sol and Hyun-Joo with dumbfounded expressions.
