Kazira's anger reached its peak as her figure disappeared from her spot.
This urge to kill, this violent desire. This was the first time she felt such heights. Just the thought that Alice lives sent a burning desire through her veins!
Her bloodlust had never been higher!
"I am Kazira! Apostle of War! Tyrant! Unbroken! Disciple of the Blood Truth! I have stained the lands with the blood of the weak! I have tainted the skies with the ashes of the unworthy!
"And now! I swear upon every wound I have ever received! YOU! ALICE! ARE THE ONE I MUST DESTROY!"
Resonance!
To Kazira, who had already lost to Alice once, this was not a fight where she could take it easy.
No matter how impressive her titles in the past were, this was a fight where she had to put everything on the line.
She had to reclaim her old body, even if it meant fighting dirty. Even if it meant fighting in a way that doesn't befit an apostle.
