On that collapsing, blood-soaked island, a brutal battle of a wholly different caliber raged.
The Saint of Dawn, Liora, found herself face to face with one of the strongest demons alive .. Rank Thirteen, Geppetto.
Hovering aloft with a filthy grin, Geppetto struck at Liora from afar.
She gathered her full golden power and fought savagely to survive and kill the demon before her—but she could barely gain a single step. Geppetto drowned her in a torrent of long-range strikes, a black flood threatening to swallow her whole.
"You're a support," he drawled, "while I'm a wave controller. I suppose our methods rhyme .. but the gap in power is simply too vast."
Crouched in midair, elbow resting on one knee, Geppetto watched Liora struggle, clearly entertained.
"To be frank, I still don't understand why I was summoned to this dreary place and told to hunt the likes of you… You're far too weak to be a threat."
BOOOOM!
