The falling meteor traced a long tail behind it.
Black and white were entangled. A black-haired girl and a silver-haired martial artist. Even their physiques stood in stark contrast. The instant their clash began, the victor was as good as decided.
The ‘Saint’ was a warrior respected enough to be called the ‘Teacher of All Martial Artists.’ The strength of his body, tempered to its utmost limit, surpassed imagination. Even the blade of a trained swordsman could not pierce his skin.
Had I not experienced that truth myself when I fought him long ago?
And so, for an instant, I could only stare in a daze.
The girl’s arm had pierced the man.
What an unreal sight. Moreover, the face of the person who had grievously wounded him was so familiar that my confusion only intensified.
My precious younger sister, Ria Percus.
Every aspect of her appearance was identical except for those blood-red pupils. That was why I instinctively attempted to tear through space and leap toward her.
They were proof that the Evil God had possessed her.
But there was one fact I had failed to anticipate: my younger sister’s power exceeded my…