C282 I Picked the Hardest One

"Phew!"

Cello Everett inhaled deeply, his spirit honing to an unprecedented focus in that moment. He had a premonition that the punch he was about to deliver would be his most powerful in a long while.

Suddenly, a thought struck him. Could this punch actually kill Morgana? Surely not, he pondered. After all, Morgana was the formidable King of Devils, an ancient being who had lived for eons