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Dickoff stared at his hand.
"This power…"
His voice had changed. It sounded deeper, as if another vibration existed beneath every word.
Sekhmet did not answer.
Dickoff looked at him and smiled again. This time, the smile held more confidence because he could feel what had entered his body.
"You saw it, did you not?" Dickoff asked. "You have some kind of appraisal skill."
Sekhmet remained still.
Dickoff lifted his right hand and looked at the black lines moving across it.
"I do not know what Mihos gave me, but I know what it has made me. You cannot stand against this."
Sekhmet glanced at the System countdown.
[External Energy Remaining: 09:42]
The time had already begun falling.
The energy was not permanent.
That meant Dickoff did not need to be defeated immediately.
He only needed to be kept busy long enough for the chaos stones to run out.
Sekhmet formed a Blood Sword in his right hand. Blood moved from his palm, hardened, and extended into a dark red blade.
