The blade light was a pure and extreme cyan, like a pond of summer lotus leaves, and like the oldest green in the depths of an ancient forest.
It tore through the morning light, ripped through the air, carrying with it a terrifying aura capable of crushing all life, slashing straight down at the camp.
Boom——!!!
The shockwave frantically spread out in all directions, gigantic rocks were flung into the air, and massive trees were cut in half, flattening the entire hollow in an instant.
Dirt, rubble, and broken wood flew skyward, obscuring all visibility.
When the dust slightly dispersed, seven figures stumbled out from the ruins.
Everyone was covered in dust, many with more or less wounds on their bodies.
Leon had a deep crack in his armor, Edmond was covered in blood on one side of his body, and Marcus used the last bit of his strength to prop up an earth wall, which didn't even last a breath against the blade light.
