I slowly opened my eyes and remained seated for several long moments, allowing the flood of information to slow down naturally within my mind. The Saint Art no longer felt like foreign knowledge forcefully implanted into my consciousness. Instead, it felt strangely familiar, as though I had spent years refining and practicing it until every detail had become second nature.
"So that's how it's supposed to work."
The more I thought about it, the more I appreciated the brilliance behind the technique. It wasn't merely a battlefield attack designed to kill large numbers of enemies. It had clearly been created for someone possessing abilities almost identical to my own.
Space located every target with absolute precision, Time synchronized each of them into the same instant, Silver Force became the executioner's blade, and Generator completed the cycle by devouring every released soul the moment the attack finished.
