Emma frowned on seeing him. 'Body curses... I see; this is what Matthew meant when he told me that curses were very versatile. So, they can be used that way.'
Although they were a little different from what he had told her, if Matthew were here, he would realize that it was because they were corrupted by an external power, and a very powerful one at that.
"Heh. Damn woman, I hope you're ready to feel the power of our curses. There is no better invention than this, I tell you, in a few years, your stupid Heirs will be obsolete because these are the supreme abilities that our entire race will have when the True King comes to us."
He lunged ferociously in her direction again, but the speed was several times faster this time, so Emma could only bend her body to avoid the attack.
'That fast?'
Acklam's claws still managed to graze her lightly, tearing the part of his clothes that covered his arm and leaving a scratch on her skin from the light friction.
