On the ground, Liana and Gloria charged forward, moving in perfect sync, their blades and hammer dancing across the battlefield.
Liana weaved between opponents, her dual blades flashing as she slashed, parried, and twisted. Her movements flowed like the wind through the trees.
Gloria was pure power—each swing of her warhammer crushed armor, shattered bones, and sent shockwaves rippling through the underbrush. A line of assassins fell like dominoes as she spun and swept the massive weapon horizontally.
They fought with incredible synergy, aided by their celestial spirits, their movements smooth and empowered.
But as Javier landed again on a tree branch, casually reloading with one hand while watching them from above—
He sighed.
"Hmm…"
Leaning forward slightly, he said, "You both still lack something."
Liana paused, panting softly as she kicked an assassin back with a sharp twist of her heel. Gloria, breathing steadily, rested her warhammer on her shoulder.
"Huh?"
