Declaration Of War

The nails descended like a storm, each one gleaming with deadly precision, aimed squarely at Souichiro.

But Souichiro just grinned.

This was exactly what he wanted—Yuuna to attack him head-on. The moment she struck, she had effectively declared a Faction War. It was a move he'd orchestrated with precision, a trap she had walked into without hesitation.

I've got to admit… she's gotten stronger, he thought, his crimson eyes flickering with amusement. Is it because of that so-called Child of Anti-Prophecy bullshit?

He snorted inwardly at the thought. The idea of some mystical nonsense fueling her growth was laughable, but the evidence was hard to ignore. Yuuna had grown, no doubt about it. Maybe it wasn't some prophecy; maybe she had clawed her way up through her own sheer will. Not that it mattered to him.

Regardless, her attack was a blessing in disguise for him. A Faction War between his group and hers was now inevitable.