Just then, one of the golden swords in the sky trembled—and descended.
It didn't fall like a boulder from the heavens. It glided downward slowly at first, then accelerated, streaking through the darkened sky like a beam of divine punishment aimed directly at Max. Its blade hummed violently with the aura of the 3rd level Severing Sword Concept. There was no hesitation in its intent. It was made to cut. To sever. To end.
Max narrowed his eyes and smiled.
His own sword concept surged in response. Though it had not yet stepped into the 3rd level, it had been tempered to the absolute limit of the 2nd. His body flickered as he shot upwards, slicing through the air like a comet, the Blue Dragon Sword in his hand burning with a pale, translucent edge. The instant their swords collided—
Bang!
The impact was deafening.
