In the duel arena shrouded in darkness, one after another of monstrous creatures wearing clown masks emerged from the shadows, wielding claws, swords, spears, and halberds, like moths drawn to a flame, consumed entirely in Jeanne's Holy Flame.
Jeanne spread her wings, the tips of which scattered golden luminescent specks.
The skin, powerful and strong, adorned with golden patterns, made her appear more like the Blazing Angels from myth and legend.
"You are quite formidable."
"Whether it's your own skill or relying entirely on the two divine artifacts you wield, even among those dark creatures I dealt with at my peak, you would rank in the top ten."
Francesco laughed, "Thank you, Lady Jeanne, for the compliment. I am truly flattered."
"So eliminating you wouldn't be a loss."
"Hey, what are you planning to do?"
Jeanne's tone gave Francesco a sudden and intense sense of unease deep within his heart.
