The tides of destruction and rebirth caused a tug-of-war, yet her body was ultimately being obliterated bit by bit, with only the unwavering belief in the eyes of the giant wolf remaining unchanged.
——I am forever your sword and shield.
Behind her, the menacing sniper cannon burning with dark red demon flame had already amassed its energy to a soul-shaking critical point, its barrel glowing with an unimaginable radiance.
At this moment, Vishdair was holding it steady on her shoulder, in a stance almost inseparable from the giant cannon.
Her legs slightly bent, her silver hair soaked in sweat and a few strands sticking to her cheek; her usually defiant and mischievous face now bore only the purest, most extreme focus and determination.
She could clearly feel the world-destroying power within her gun's muzzle, yet she could also sense the intuitive control and spiritual connection.
