"Sever."
In another location, a cold, feminine voice cut through the wind.
A breathtaking girl stood there, elegant, deadly, her every movement radiating quiet confidence. Her crimson eyes gleamed faintly under the sunlight, and her expression was as cold as her tone.
"Sever," Sophie muttered softly and slashed forward...
The next instant, the world split.
Her figure blurred and then vanished.
A blink later, she reappeared several meters away, standing with her back turned toward a rampaging horde of Bronze-Horned Goats.
These weren't like the ones Bruce had fought.
They were much larger, towering over two meters tall, their horns glowing faintly with mana, crackling with energy as they thundered across the dry savannah. There were more than a hundred of them, charging in unison, shaking the earth beneath their hooves.
But now, they had all stopped.
For a brief, frozen moment, time itself seemed to hold its breath.
