Chapter 41 · If I Had Died That Day

Whoosh. Swish!

With every time the blade cut through the darkness, Erhan was pushed back, drenched in blood.

'I cannot win.'

A wretched certainty flashed through his mind.

His opponent was a knight who wielded a sword far more refined than Isadel's and ruthlessly flawless. Compared to himself, who barely preserved his life with clumsy swordsmanship, they were on a different level entirely.

At this rate, he would not last even a few seconds before his throat was cut.

In the end, Erhan squeezed out the strength of his entire body and drew up his Hwa-in power. And with the force to swallow the entire top floor of the imperial palace, he poured it out toward Gyllen.

Saaaaah.

An invisible aura devoured the space in an instant. Even the air wavered, steeped in a lethal heat, and the walls vibrated low under the crushing pressure.

This much Hwa-in power was…