The situation was spiraling out of control.
Ryan and Leo were holding her back, but only barely.
No matter how talented they were, the gap was simply too large.
Every exchange made that painfully obvious.
Leo's spear techniques, which could overwhelm most elite warriors, were being brushed aside with casual movements.
Ryan's holy sword strikes, powerful enough to cleave through powerful monsters, couldn't even force her to take a proper step back.
The masked woman wasn't fighting seriously.
That was the frightening part.
She was merely dealing with them.
As if entertaining children.
Another explosion erupted.
BOOOM!
Ryan skidded across the floor, his boots carving deep trenches into the stone.
At the same time, Leo was forced to retreat after his spear was nearly ripped from his hands.
The masked woman stood calmly between them.
Untouched.
Unmoved.
Uninterested.
The pressure she radiated felt less like a person and more like a natural disaster.
A mountain.
