She had forced every last trace of power from the Sky-Suppressing Turtle Shell, and only then had she barely preserved her life. Even so, her state was miserable beyond words.
Her body was riddled with scorched wounds, blood seeping from cracked skin. Her robes were torn to shreds, hanging loosely from her frame. The violent explosion had burned away her mask completely, exposing a pale and stunning face now twisted with pain and humiliation.
She clenched her teeth, crimson lips bitten until blood trickled down her chin.
"Damn Ethan…" Celeste growled hoarsely.
"This time, I admit defeat."
"But next time—next time I will make sure you die without a burial place!"
Her fists tightened until her nails pierced her palms. Rage, humiliation, and unwillingness intertwined in her chest like venom.
Today, Ethan had been prepared.
A holy-grade formation laid in advance. Multiple strange flames. Divine power. Terrifying techniques that defied common sense.
