Clyde immediately clenched his jaw, his expression hardening into a cold, unreadable mask as the three spears of light streaked through the air toward them.
There was no panic, only precision in his gaze. His hand moved in a blur gripping the hilt of his Elderglass sword.
The blade that usuaally clear like polished sapphire, now glowed with radiant power. Gold and silver light dancing along its edge.
Since absorbing Uriel's Angel weaponry, the Elderglass had changed. It exuded a divine pressure now, almost humming in anticipation, like it wanted to taste battle.
"Get back," Clyde said to Asqa with calm but sharp voice.
Asqa didn't argue. She immediately flew backward, gaining distance without a word. She knew better than to interfere when Clyde got like this.
The three spears of light were nearly on him.
