The sword slash Razeal unleashed did not simply travel forward it devoured everything in its path. A long, terrible arc of black, so sharp and absolute that the world itself seemed to split in two.
The slash carved through the thousands of elemental shields Sylva had conjured, layers upon layers stretching for kilometers in range. Her so-called absolute defense vanished in less than a heartbeat.
It sliced through them as though they were illusions. Fire broke. Water parted. Stone crumbled. Wood, even the giant goddess of roots and bark she had manifested, was sheared apart from the center as if it had never been whole. Every layer fell in silence, no clash, no resistance, just a clean, mocking severance.
The arc of darkness climbed higher, cutting on without end, rising through the clouds above. The sky itself split. White clouds sheared apart into two halves, drifting with a visible gap between them as though a scar had been carved across the heavens.
