I block Luca’s strike. The attack, imbued with the power of the evil god Agra, is deflected by my shield filled with divine light.

I meet Luca's red, bloodshot eyes with my own.

He won’t understand. He can’t comprehend.

Why I don’t fall apart.

Luca, tainted by the power of the evil god, overwhelms me in every way.

His physical strength is on a level that makes comparisons meaningless.

His speed is at a point where it’s hard to even track with my eyes.

Each of his strikes carries such power that I’m certain I wouldn’t be able to keep …