"Cyra!" Blake's voice traveled through the isolated ground inside the two barriers of pure darkness and dark flames.
As if already knowing what he meant by a simple shout of her name, Cyra kept her eyes locked onto the charging muscular humanoid demon right in front of her.
There's barely any time for her to move or dodge anywhere outside of the muscular humanoid demon's reach. He was just too fast for Cyra to be able to outdo him in anything physical related.
However, instead of the almost-sure impending doom right in front of her, Cyra didn't cower and instead glared at the muscular humanoid demon with an unshakeable resolve written in her eyes.
When the muscular humanoid demon's palm was about to reach her neck, Cyra didn't do anything to dodge it and instead willed something in her mind.