Martina saw Roosevelt fighting and her heart tightened for a moment.
Her sword clashed with a cloaked figure who attacked with a scythe made of shadows, but even while fighting, she couldn't help glancing at Roosevelt.
The golden light that surrounded him was something she had always envied. Out of all of them, only Roosevelt,the emperor's first son had inherited the Divine Intent of Majesty.
A power that gets stronger with people's support.It was like a cheat code.
Her eyes burned with jealousy and determination. "I will not fall behind."
She parried a blow, sparks flying as metal met darkness. "Crimson Arc!" she shouted, slashing horizontally. Her sword erupted in red energy, cutting through the enemy's scythe and cleaving him in two.
