“……!”
Ailette was taken aback. Reed had suddenly let go of his magic sword during their standoff.
With a deft twist of his wrist, he let most of Ailette’s force slip away.
As Rivilly grazed his shoulder, he ignored the injury and reached out with his right hand.
The hand that had been gripping the magic sword moments ago was now empty.
With that defenseless hand, he pleaded once more.
“Live with me in a doomed world.”
Faced with a temptation that made her mind reel, Ailette’s response was predetermined.
“No.”
“What a shame.”
Reed stomped his right foot. The ground, punished by his frustration, unleashed a massive wave that swept over Ailette’s body.
With astonishing reflexes, Ailette regained her balance and charged at Reed.
His right hand resummoned the magic sword, which clashed with Ailette’s pure white holy scythe.
On the dance floor atop the snowy mountain, the two transcendents began their sword dance beyond the heavens.
Exchanging unconventional blows, Ailette…