Bab 75: Killing The Humans Barehanded

Zorvax turned to Ophelia, his eyes reflecting a firm resolve. "I want to handle this one on my own," he stated, his voice steady and determined. His stance showed unmistakable confidence, a clear sign of his readiness to take on the challenge ahead.

Ophelia, understanding his intent, nodded. Her face was calm, a serene contrast to their tense atmosphere. "I know you can handle it," she said, her voice supportive.

She took a few careful steps back, ensuring Zorvax had ample room to maneuver, yet her gaze remained intently focused on the unfolding scenario, ready to intervene if needed.

Zorvax then flashed a confident smile and, in a fluid motion, casually tossed his flame sword to the side. The sword clattered against the ground, its fiery glow dimming as it left his hand.