A blurred vision and loss of balance—Midgar felt his world spinning around him. Try as he might, he couldn't understand what was happening. Still, the power of the buff surged through him and forced the dizziness away from his body. As he steeled himself, an afterimage passed behind him—then solidified, a blade grazing his cheek before turning to mist again.
"Tch."
He heard it, making him aware of the looming danger.
His body tensed as lightning surged, but then—
A hum rose—no louder than a heartbeat—
yet it shook his bones.
It struck again, and Midgar's world began to tilt. His vision danced as the symphony of death clawed its way to claim his life. As the tune grew louder, a leaf-shaped spear bounced across the song. The air rippled, and thunder suddenly roared, masking the music that controlled the hymn of battle.
With the feverish dizziness gone, a nimble blade glided through the air.
Midgar blocked—
His sword vibrated violently, his fingers numbed from the force.
