In the midst of the chaotic battlefield, Sun Hualing wielded her bloodforged weapon with terrifying efficiency. Each swing cleaved through black-cloaked attackers, their spilled blood defying gravity as it spiraled back toward her crimson blade. The macabre spectacle unfolded like a choreographed dance—the weapon cutting, the blood returning, the weapon growing more massive and deadly with each fallen enemy.
Princess Athena dispatched her own share of opponents with practiced precision, her royal swordsmanship leaving a trail of bodies in her wake. Between strikes, her gaze drifted toward Hualing, observing the maid's unique combat method with professional interest. A smile played across her lips as a competitive spark ignited within her.
It seems I'm being outdone, she thought. Time to show what I'm really made of.
