"Such a weird way of talking. Sounds kinda dumb."
Rosalia covered her mouth and chuckled. With a flick of her right hand, the chain snapped taut, and the Greatsword of Gluttony seemed to come alive—deathly cold light seeping from it, as if the Reaper itself had descended.
"Killing you will be fun."
Violet licked the corner of her lips, a perverse smile spreading across her face. Without the slightest fear or hesitation, she darted forward. A massive scythe materialized in her hands, its razor edge gleaming with violet light, humming as it carried strange, blood-soaked power. The scythe slammed head-on into the greatsword.
Yet in the very next instant, Rosalia overwhelmed Violet with sheer, terrifying strength.
"Daring to clash head-on with me—how cute. You really should be eaten by me."
Rosalia lifted her chin gracefully. Then the greatsword, bearing immense force, came crashing down.
The expected impact never came.
No resistance. No clean sensation of flesh being split.
