"Life is so fragile, blood angel. Does it have any meaning?" The king asked with his voice echoing in the sky.
The sky turned red with small needles, each in the size of a finger, after many trials and errors. Ray found this method to be more efficient; they followed his target and exploded upon impact.
The black figure disappeared from eyesight.
Star Crimson blocked a green mace above his head; small needles rained from the sky after him, but a burst of light vaporized all of them at once.
From the small gases in the air, small needles reshaped themselves.
His foe was too fast for his eyes to follow, yet all of his strikes were blocked by Star Crimson, changing his style; his attacks carried tens of beams of light.
Surpassing the speed of light was beyond the limits of Ray's body; instead, he just continued to stand his ground.
"This is just one magic trick! What kind of monster is he? Ray didn't have the time to attack; his strikes became more fierce with each impact.
