"CLANG—!!!"
A high-pitched, piercing ring of a blade, loud enough to tear eardrums, resounded throughout the virtual arena.
The sky-filling saber light was no longer scattered. Instead, it coalesced into a single ray of light—pure, condensed to the extreme, as if it could pierce the sun itself.
Blindingly brilliant! It carried an air of finality, of a journey with no return, and slashed down fiercely at a speed that surpassed the yellow-robed man's limits of reaction.
"PFFT!" Caught off guard, the yellow-robed man only had time to turn and parry, his protective aura of vitality not yet fully formed. He and the long staff in his hands were instantly shredded by the condensed, sun-piercing saber light.
He turned into a burst of white light and slowly dissipated from the arena.
