Cross

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.

Skulls were grinding one by one, filling the bottom of the hourglass with thick blood. At this time, the battle between the three men gradually heated up, reaching its limit.

"Bastards... What are you fighting so desperately for, both of you!" Enar exclaimed, raising his voice for the first time as he stomped his foot, creating a fiery shockwave.

The wounded Roland and Zayne put up a block, but Zayne couldn't hold still and was thrown aside as part of his palms were covered in burns.

"Agh... Fate's Power is a real pain in the ass after all..." Enar muttered, staring intently at Roland, whose gaze was fixed on him, 'That kid I can deal with later, but if I don't tame this Knight, I might actually be in trouble.'

Whooooooooooosh.

Enar's eyes sparkled as his palms became much faster. He didn't hold back at all, attacking Roland as fast as he could.