Shiki increased the pressure on his hands, the faint, ethereal aura around them glowing brighter. The katana, unable to withstand the inhuman force, cracked, and then shattered into a thousand tiny steel pieces, each one reflecting the eerie, purple glow of the Spirit Essence almost perfectly.
Sezel's eyes widened, his pupils shrinking to a dangerously low level. Time slowed down for him, every second stretching into an eternity. The sword broke through the last, pathetic shield of his katana, and worse, the impact sent a jarring shockwave through his body, stunning it down.
'Shit, I have to roll around.' Sezel gritted his teeth, his stomach wound hurting more than ever, but the pain was frail in the moment of his desperation.
