"And... scene."
Deep in the dungeon, after gracefully dodging the final two sets of feint attacks, Yino landed with elegant precision and sheathed his sword. Behind him, the breeding worm convulsed a few times before exploding in a shower of blood.
Thud-!
As the performance reached its climax, the white fox girl hanging from the ceiling plummeted down. The white-robed boy stepped back and caught her perfectly in a princess carry.
For a moment, Yuebai lay in Yino's arms, her platinum-marked enchanting eyes slowly widening as if she'd glimpsed the most perfect prince from a fairy tale.
The battle had been too gorgeous, transcending mere violence to become something closer to an artistic dance performance starring Yino alone. Every impossible dodge, every critical sword strike had the audience's hearts racing.
And Yino, as the star of this show, had moved with effortless grace throughout, like someone taking a leisurely stroll through a battlefield of bullets and blades.
