Panic filled Kazira's mind as the cold hands of death finally caught up to her.
The Immortal War Apostle, the harbinger of death. The one who stands at the battlefield.
She was finally feeling fear.
'I'm going to die? ME?! Die before I become a God? NO! I cannot die here! Not me!' Kazira denied the possibilities as she pushed against Alice's sword.
Creating some distance between them, she wanted to take this moment to compose herself but Alice didn't give her the chance.
Flicking her wrist, crimson threads shot out, wrapping around Kazira's arms as Alice pulled herself closer.
Twisting her body, she unleashed a devastating overhead cleave that Kazira was forced to parry off to the side.
She had always been the aggressor, the attack.
But now?
'Time. That's right, I need time! Jin is being prepared as my vessel. As long as I can shed these confines and descend into something more suitable!'
