A black shadow that completely enveloped my skin began to rise from the Requiem sword. In an instant, it wrapped around my right arm all the way up to the shoulder.
It felt like I was wearing the softest cloth that could possibly exist in this world—smooth, seamless, and light—along with the insane boost in strength that followed. It was like I had plugged myself into raw, living power.
I kicked off the ground and launched myself forward, raising Requiem in a defensive stance.
Midway, I met with the dragon girl who was now flying straight toward me at multiple times the speed of sound. I stood my ground, and just as she was about to punch me, I lifted the sword. Her fist collided with the blade, completely blocking her attack.
