The night on the snowfield is chilling.
Moonlight settled on the land where darkness had descended. The white snow tinged with blue light became a subtle illumination guarding the night.
The pure white plain that should have been immersed in silence originally.
There, starlight and flames were dancing. Like snakes mating, intertwining, clashing, and unraveling, the series of exchanges formed a splendid banquet.
The ground that had sunk from impacts, the land stripped bare from the snow melted by heat, looked particularly desolate. It was evidence that the battle had been ongoing for quite some time.
However, the result was consistently the same.
The blades that had been crossing and grazing each other suddenly changed direction. The man’s sword, abruptly reversing, cut through the instant and left a trajectory of starlight.
The ultimate mystery ‘Extreme Thunder.’
It was a technique boasting the highest speed among the secret arts of the sword circle. When combined with the mystery of motion within stillness, it was also an unstoppable strike.
This was the same for Celine.
She tried to defend by lowering the sword tip downward at the last…