In that instant, all sounds ceased.
Bugs no longer chirped, the wind no longer whispered, thick clouds obscured the sky, and even the sun had to borrow light from elsewhere.
Shadows enveloped the city below, bringing a touch of coolness to the people enjoying summer, but at this moment, no one paid attention to that; everyone stared blankly at the giant sword that had broken through the clouds and hung in the sky.
The giant sword glowed with a faint green light, surrounded by a misty aura, its hilt-less end disappearing deep into a cloud vortex, as if controlled by the will of heaven and earth.
"Sword"—this was the first impression that arose in the heart of everyone who saw it, as if this was the only meaning it had been given.
And the one who gave it this meaning was a young Liens with an expressionless face.
Time seemed to have quietly passed for a long while, yet it also felt like only an instant; Liens slowly lowered his raised hand, and the giant sword descended in sync.
