Chapter 1200 Harlow Arrives
- Instead of the harsh clang of steel on steel, a liquid, water-like chime rippled through the darkness. Gina had angled her Autumnwave Sword along an impossible curve, sliding it flat against the man's broadsword and slipping past the guard toward his exposed throat.
- The man snorted. "Parlor tricks."
- He jerked the broadsword sideways, trying to sweep Gina clear in one brutal arc.