“Zh! Gh! Gaaaaahhhhhhh!!”
In FeTUS’s deepest laboratory which was known
as the Sanctuary, Metatron Ange, the lightning of god, continued fighting Alice
Arc, mankind’s greatest mind.
Ange had shattered the tanks in the walls
and vaporized the liquid within, but she had not managed to land a lethal blow
on Miss A.
Nor had she been able to avoid her
opponent’s attacks.
The purple lightning magic circle continued
to ensnare her and its sparks built up the damage inside her.
“Kgah…khah…pant, pant.”
No matter where she dodged, it stuck with her
like a remora. And no matter how much she attacked, her opponent dodged it all
with willow-like movements. Even Ange had to fall to her knees eventually.
“Finally worn out? A normal angel would
have been incapacitated by the KW in five seconds, but you kept taking it for
twenty minutes. You’re pretty tough.”
Miss A stood before the girl as the
lightning continued to torment her.
Ange fiercely narrowed her golden eyes, but
even the most hateful glare could not keep the attacks from hitting her.
Like a leaf avoiding a great blaze, the
young girl who looked like she would break from a single strike moved back as
much as her opponent approached and approached as much as her opponent moved back.
Black Cat was more nimble than Ange, yet
not even she would have been able to pull this off. With all rational thought
gone from her mind, Ange still wondered if this meant the girl had greater
speed than Black Cat.

