Right now, the bladed part of her scythe was cracked, half of it ripped apart, and turning to White, he had that exact bladed piece in his hand.
He had managed to break her scythe while she had sent him flying with a knee strike to the face.
CLENCH!
White clenched his fist around the bladed weapon, pulverizing the hardened metal into pieces before opening his hand and letting the fragments scatter into the dark lava below.
"Fusing with the Mallory Umbrawyrio indeed gave you power. Maybe power even beyond my expectations, but that doesn't change the fact that there's an insurmountable gap in power between us."
Nythera said.
"I've spent centuries upon centuries fighting some of the strongest creatures in the universe, reigning over the Umbrawyric Race, and not once have I ever wavered."
"Perhaps, if you'd spent the next few centuries familiarizing yourself with the Mallory Umbrawyrio, you might stand some sort of chance."
"But now... you're doomed to lose."
