The moment her skill activated, a 10-minute countdown appeared above both Rita and Miyaas.
Miyaas hesitated. He faltered as though considering retreat.
But Rita did not pause—not for a second.
Here and now, she would stake everything on this confrontation. Between her and Miyaas, only one could survive!
Victory or death—nothing in between. A cautious person like her couldn't bear a life of constant anxiety. As long as Miyaas wasn't dead beyond recovery, she'd never sleep soundly, never eat peacefully. Every day would be miserable.
Miyaas sidestepped the crimson light beams shot at him after Rita crushed another skill crystal. With a raised hand, the seawater surged, coalescing midair into a massive axe.
Now!
Rita drank a [Melting Time], instantly resetting all her skill cooldowns.
In a rapid, commanding voice, she declared: