The blue undead flame covering the undead knight erupted in a violent, deathly fury, creating a force of repulsion against the scorching fire all around.
Sophia's steps grew faster, and faster, and faster; she erupted her all-encompassing darkness into the crimson twin. Making them vibrate and emit far more powerful waves that began to distort the very air around her.
Her speed became so fast that her figure turned into a reddish blur; her voice came out in a cold whisper: "Saint Art, Crimson Sword Cascade."
Her bloodlust, which she did not use from the very beginning, now manifested in its gargantuan power. The bloodlust shaped and honed over the course of 100,000 years.
Technically, Sophia was older than anything that had ever lived on this continent. Her battle prowess was absolute and unmatched. Now being empowered by her disgustingly potent bloodlust, the two swords showed their true might.
