Although they moved with appalling speed, every wasted second brought Adam closer to beheading Titania. Colossal shells, barriers, and impregnable defenses wouldn't change this truth, for every ten seconds, his muscles tightened like divine steel wires, and his veins roared with more power.
Five percent every ten seconds locked in battle. It was Wrath's Onslaught, one of the six enchantments he had carved onto the God Slayer. And now, he only needed to wound her to apply the five others. But could he?
Protected by the shell and hell-bent on burying him under nature's wrath, she hurled hundreds of spells across the sky, each aiming to reap his life. The closer he drew to her, the more he would have to deal with. And that was what made him clench his jaw.
