บท 1147: Song of Slaughter

Amiran lunged forward, calling upon his Aspect and bringing down an avalanche of destructive force upon the formation of the Song infiltrators. Two waves of  crushing power rolled forward from his weapons… only to shatter against the invisible bulwark of a sonic boom.

The concrete floor was shattered as the whole factory trembled. 

A moment later, a swift silhouette shot toward him from the cloud of dust — Morrow, her calm eyes full of cold murderous intent. Her shabby civilian clothes were torn, revealing glimpses of a slender enchanted armor hidden beneath.

In her hand, there was a narrow blade that seemed too fragile to be used in actual combat. 

Amiran raised his sword, batting the blade away. At the same time, his hammer flew forward, the spike protruding from its top aimed precisely at the enemy's unprotected throat.