In the desolate wasteland hundreds of kilometers away from the frontlines, the Rogue Blade and Duke September fought against one another in a devastating clash.
The surface of the barren landscape was marked by wretched scars, deep chasms, and craters, and several canyons cut through the wasteland.
They fought at insane speeds, becoming nothing more than blurs to the eyes of humans and vampires alike. The flashes of the blades deflecting one another flickered.
A reminder of their intense contest of swordsmanship.
Though unlike Francine, who wielded the Zweihander, Duke September merely utilized his spatial slashes and bombarded the Rogue Blade.
But it was all for naught since she could easily deflect them with ease.
The clashes promptly calmed down as the two adversaries stood before each other. There wasn't a trace of exhaustion on their bodies.
It was as though they were merely going for a stroll.
