Jerimoth was disappointed, but he tried to hide it. He had genuinely thought Judgment would return the favor. He needed that knowledge. There were many parts of this blessing that Ul had bestowed upon them that remained a mystery, and understanding her talent could have helped him unveil how his own attribute was supposed to affect him.
But Judgment didn't seem interested in sharing. Which meant he had nothing left to hold back for.
His gaze darkened.
"I guess I'll go on to eliminating you now."
He dismissed the shield, sending it to the depths of his soul. In its place, a longsword about eight meters long materialized in his hand, while the greatsword still rested in his other grip. Then the helmet of his armor appeared with a burst of sparks, covering his face. The obsidian helm had only a V-shaped visor, and through it, the determination in his eyes burned cold.
The atmosphere changed.
