Chapter 1942 Three Strokes
- The sheer force of his sword aura illuminated the entire arena, casting an eerie glow over the battlefield.
- Yet, at that very moment, Emrys moved.
- With effortless grace, he wielded the Arkin Brush, its strokes precise and fluid. Each flick of his wrist countered Weldon's fierce onslaught as if brushing away mere dust. Three strokes. That was all it took.