"Clang—!"
This was the second time the sound of clashing metal, like the ringing of a bell, echoed.
The slash Reiger, transformed into flickering sun flames, made from behind himself landed on what seemed like Woodworth's fragile neck. Yet, just like before, it only managed to slice through a gust of wind, shaking Woodworth back.
"Tch..."
Feeling the recoil from the sword, Reiger couldn't help but click his tongue in awe.
"Useless!"
At that moment, Woodworth had already recovered, turning around and grinning ferociously at Reiger.
"The trifling weapons of humans could never harm this body made of Sub-Etherial substance!"
As he spoke, Woodworth unleashed the Magic Power he had been gathering in his hand.
The Magic Power, gleaming with a deadly light, had somehow turned into a beam of dark radiance in Woodworth's hand. And the moment Woodworth released it, it struck like Thunder Strike, roaring towards Reiger.
