(Sound of exhausted panting)
Not knowing how long the battle had lasted—perhaps another five hundred years—even Ei’s steadfast spirit began to flag, unable to muster the slightest interest in the fighting that lay ahead.
Within her field of vision, the Puppet Shogun still strode toward her, brimming with fighting spirit and wielding the Engulfing Lightning, her purple eyes cold and devoid of emotion.
Chapter 157