Purple Crow's gaze betrayed a flicker of terror, but she was far from slow in her actions. Every moment mattered; a single second of hesitation could mean the difference between life and death when faced with the searing and cataclysmic power of August's Saintly Judgment Sword spell.
Her pitch-black eyes glowed ominously as she drew upon all the power of the Underworld Death Spirit Tree, channeling its dark essence until only a withered husk remained. An intense aura of death radiated from her, enveloping her in a palpable threat that even made August's heart skip a beat—a feeling he had not anticipated.
