Stark's body shot forward like a blur, so fast that even Clever, the sharpest observer among them, couldn't follow.
He was a streak, a line of movement, and by the time Heartless caught on, he was right in front of her.
But Stark hadn't won yet.
Because…
"Heh," Heartless smirked, her dark eyes narrowing as she felt Stark's speed bearing down on her. "You're not the only one who can do this."
In that instant, her aura shifted.
Heartless activated her strongest skill.
DIVINE SCORN!
[Description: if a situation becomes too overwhelming, your hatred and dislike will merge together to double one of your stats for the rest of the battle.]
A surge of power exploded around her, a dark energy wrapping over her like armor.
This was no ordinary skill. This was her Immortal-Level skill, a skill fueled by hatred itself, turning her bitterness into raw power.