The Junlin Sword with its icy blue, magnificent hilt continuously tore through the surrounding space, even slicing through light, with its blade seemingly half-submerged in an Otherworldly Netherworld, cleaving time and space as if freshly forged.
Wherever it existed, an invisible wind that pierced the soul surged around it, and the icy killing intent of death lingered like an indelible curse.
Liszt's hand touched it, firmly grasping the hilt.
Nashano's years of research were all in anticipation of such a person, causing his heart to pound in his throat.
However...
Much like how this sword had once cursed and killed the Radiant Knight, the blade immediately sank into Liszt's palm.
There were already three swords within his body.
With an unusual resistance, he did not faint as he had the first time.
But...
Liszt suddenly disappeared from the spot, and Nashano couldn't detect what had happened, as if the world had been cut away frame by frame.
