If ‘violence’ were to manifest wearing human skin, would it look like this?
Luna shuddered at the overwhelming spectacle unfolding before her.
Ian had swung his sword only once, yet every patch of mud in the area burst apart.
The same was probably happening to every monster on this floor.
Because before that blade, there were no exceptions.
Centered upon the silver slash, the bisected world gradually began to tilt.
Even then, the girl could not bring herself to release the breath that had stopped in her lungs.
It was the first time she had ever witnessed something like this with her own eyes.
‘Iron-Blooded Duke.’
She had already heard the story that he had split a mountain with a single sword.
Was it not a feat befitting the reputation of the man called the ‘Morning Star’?
Luna had believed that she had never once doubted Ian’s martial prowess.
Until today, when she saw the truth of it with her own eyes.
It was absurd.
She had imagined the shock of the vague image she carried in her mind suddenly bursting into reality.
She had thought she already held the man in…