In the collapsing world, blades danced.
The brutal banquet proceeded amid the fall. Silver and silver crossed the lightless void like shooting stars, and two men stood atop fragments like shattered glass shards.
Leap, collision, rupture.
The back-and-forth exchanges repeated like a precisely choreographed martial dance. Each time swords, or gestures and kicks, spewed heat and momentum, fierce shockwaves erupted, tearing the world’s fragments into even finer pieces.
The outcomes were generally the same.
The two men resembled mirror images, but the gap in skill was still clear. Because the man with the cold expression possessed a prowess akin to a ‘god.’
It was the same even now.
When Ian scattered sword lights, the man naturally extended his hand and twisted the direction of the force. Following that, as if it were obvious, he executed the ‘Moon Reversal’ form.
Boom!
An intense wave swept through the world without a medium. It was one of the strong pieces of evidence that the unconscious was unrelated to the physical laws of reality.
It was an overwhelming power for a…