"Why do you still stand? What drives you to keep fighting?", Pale interrogated.
"Are you obsessed with that question? What's the point of asking that?!"
Tilia morphed her War Sight into the tower shield, maintaining the kite shield form was not an option anymore. She was slowly losing the edge, and if she didn't turn things around it would be far more sour here soon. Even if it meant releasing Cain she had to change her method of attack!
Once her shield formed she charged forward, Pale raising her own shield in response. Their shields clashed, a contest of strength beginning. Redirecting Tilia to the side Pale swung her mace with an extreme amount of force, an energy swirling around its tip looking like a miniature sun.
[God's Light: Solar Impact]!
