As Erwin, clad in a pure white cloak, turned his head in a sheer instant, the colors in Fisher's vision dimmed as if devoured, and the whole world seemed to exist only in black and white. Erwin's dream realm, now nearly reaching a Mythical Rank, twisted under the strength of his soul, displaying traits as concrete as reality itself.
Before Fisher could even conjure the magic in his hands, he felt a torrential force emanating right before him. Erwin, moving many times faster than him, struck Fisher's left arm, which he was using to guard, with the brilliance of white light. The immense force brutally pressed him downward, and the surrounding space instantly shattered like breaking glass,
"Crack, crack, crack!"
Erwin's entire dream realm thunderously fell apart, and they both continued to sink until Fisher, coughing, plummeted from the sky and harshly smashed onto the steel deck, scented with the salty sea wind, breaking through it into the cabin space below.
