Wooooong-!
A gale whipped up from the strike that broke the sound barrier. The flames that had been raging fiercely were sucked into the gaps of the torn atmosphere, and the place the strike, surpassing light and sound, crossed was where Celine had been standing.
Cut!
Airin thought that. Although there was no sensation in her hand, anyway, this technique was so fast that even the one who swung the sword recognized the trajectory later.
An unnamed swift sword technique.
It was a secret art directly passed down from Ian. There was no one who could evade this supersonic single flash.
Unless it was a monster outside the norm that twisted cause and effect.
Yes, Airin was convinced of that.
Until the silver short sword pierced Airin’s abdomen.
“Uh, huh…?”
Airin flailed her arms, trying somehow to counterattack. But Celine’s response was faster than that.
Crunch, and the sensation below her wrist…