The aura-enveloped fist strikes and sword slashes rushed toward Reed.
The destructive power concentrated to minimize collateral damage was tremendous.
The wind pressure alone whipped Reed’s hair into wild disarray, and even the people nearby were pushed backward.
However.
Thud!
An empty reverberation traveled through the wrists of the two Aura Masters.
An unknown transparent wall had blocked the strike instead of Reed.
The raven-haired handsome man, his long black hair disheveled, walked leisurely through the stormy winds.
Leaving behind a low murmur:
“Mortal’s rest, grave’s flower, fallen angel’s tear.”
Triple-layered dark magic—Erebomancy—was chanted. In that moment, hell unfolded in the human world.
Rumble!
“Wh-what’s this?!”
“Why is everything like this… AAAHHH!”
As if a dungeon burst…