The lady scoffed.
"Then you're useless. Why'd you even come here?"
With that, she shoved Miriam hard, sending her sprawling onto the floor.
The blow wasn't lethal, but it was humiliating.
Miriam gritted her teeth, biting back tears of frustration and helplessness.
She stared at the floor with gray, her mind swirling.
'Am I really this useless?'
Then, without warning, Dike let out a thunderous roar from across the room.
The sheer force of his shout pulled everyone's attention.
With raw fury burning in his eyes, he charged slowly at the bride, spear gripped tightly in his right hand
"Spear Art: First Form...!"
His voice echoed with terrifying conviction as a silvery aura burst from the tip of his weapon, spilling like liquid starlight.
Power surged through him, and the spear in his hands pulsed with divine-like energy, glowing brighter by the second.
Miriam looked up from the floor, heart pounding.
