The twin blades hummed.
Their humming was pleasing to listen to, and Anon quickly lost himself in the art of the blade...
In the beginning, every slash, hack, cut, thrust, and cleave he made radiated endless might, and colors intertwined, the aura of death chilled the world that was lit up by endless blood light radiance.
Undying flames burned space, and curses affected said space that desperately healed itself, slowing its regeneration.
Black and white lightning intertwined, running rampantly across the evolving Empyrean cloud.
The dimension's consciousness descended, attempting to drive him mad with slaughterous energies; however, this slaughter energy also escaped from within his twin blades.
Time passed.
The slaughter energy was the first to disappear, quickly followed by the curses and blood radiance.
The deathly aura dissipated, and undying flames dwindled.
