Chapter 271. Beautiful to the Point of Awe A sword swung by a knight who has reached a higher realm sometimes feels more magical than magic itself. The process of “swinging” cannot be seen, and only the result—“it cut”—exists. Aeviron’s eyes, standing before that sword strike, sank deeply. The Archmage’s perception finely chopped time into pieces and dismantled it. Dozens...
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