That’s why, by the time the next round came, I specifically asked the Bible of Truth what a “rhythm game” even was.
The Bible declared it couldn’t answer and nullified my question.
Having no way to discover the “official” method, I gave up and stuck to bulldozing through with brute force—until I could hone myself enough to make it work.
Incidentally, until Tesilid reached a sufficient level on his own, Fligel Knight, the guild master of the Night Vulture assassins, had risked his life carrying out the same role in his stead.
“O night without dawn! I call to thee, I call to thee, lifting my voice!”
As KabalenSha’s song grew fiercer, her bomb onslaught intensified further.
Tesilid ceaselessly renewed his Aura Blades, preventing those seeds of destruction from plummeting to the ground.
Boom! BOOM!
A continuous chain of explosions stretched from left to right, painting Tesilid’s field of view with sparks and flame.The shockwaves whipped his silver hair like a…
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