Fenrir already released the first seal of Gleipnir, increasing her strength. To her, even imagining forcing the release of the second seal was impossible. As such, she couldn't rely on that path.
She needed enough strength to at least fend off Vulcanus until he burned out.
Since he was literally burning his soul to gain power, his life wouldn't last for long. Fenrir's only hope was to delay him until that time arrived.
"Ack…!"
However, she wasn't given enough time to even think properly.
Vulcanus continued attacking endlessly, sending punches, kicks, and even large, golden suns toward her, devastating their immediate surroundings.
Most of them were evaded, but still, a few connected and added injuries to her body.
"At this rate…!" Fenrir bit her lip in chagrin.
As before, she wasn't scared of death. Rather, dying for Axel felt more like an honor to her. The problem was that if she died without accomplishing anything… that was what she feared the most.
