Winner and Loser - III

Under the divine blade, visible from thousands of miles away and capable of obliterating the entire capital upon descent, even the iron colossus seemed insignificant, let alone a mere human.

Seraphina leaped into the sky without hesitation, appearing a thousand times more foolish than a moth to a flame. 

Yet, she did not consider herself foolish; she believed she was doing the right thing. 

Ansel would not watch me die; he would give me the chance to defeat this old wretch. 

If… not, it didn't matter. 

It would mean that my death could help Ansel.

No matter what—

A wild and fierce smile spread across the wolf's face. At this moment, her soul roared defiantly, scorning even death and the gods. 

No matter what, I will fulfill my duty as Ansel's pact head. I am his shield, his chariot!

Her body collided with the blood-flame sword of destruction. 

At the same time, the maniacal laughter of Ephesande abruptly ceased.