Tate Continent.
Ayndriel's resolve had never been so pure.
Since he arrived here, he was already enraged by the scene before him, yet due to an elf's pride, he only trusted his own power.
But now, he no longer attempted to kill independently, instead completely trusting the intelligence obtained at the cost of life.
When the Shadow Scythe solidified briefly due to an attack, simultaneously hindered by the arcane chains of the Night Watch Mage and the vine technique of the Elf Captain—
"Moonlight Assault!"
Ayndriel transformed into a stream of moonlight traversing the battlefield, merging his dual blades, disregarding his own defense, as he struck towards the marked point at the left rib core.
The timing was precise to the millisecond!
"Slash—!"
The Void body saturated with destructive rule power was pierced by the concentration of elf fighting spirit and the Power of Nature.
The Shadow Scythe emitted a soundless soul-wail, its body twisting violently and disintegrating.
