Second Round (1)

Leandra's eyes widened as her punch struck something that felt like a rock.

It was hard and unmovable.

She kicked Lucivar and made a somersault back and landed a distance away from him.

As she did this maneuver, her shocked gaze never left Lucivar even for a second.

Landing perfectly on her feet, she tilted her head.

"Did you reach the Acolyte rank too...?" She asked, disbelief dripping in her voice.

On the opposite of her was Lucivar, his face, and torso were completely covered by a regal emerald wing. Having seen this wing—Leandra was not surprised but she assumed that he could summon it when he was not in the right mind, berserk.

Since he summoned it willingly now, she reckoned he reached the Acolyte rank.

It was at the Acolyte rank that a Hybrid would develop a unique feature to their bloodline.

Lucivar's bloodline was an Angel so this made sense.

Peeking from behind the wing, Lucivar sighed.