The Moonlight Sword Technique—
A legendary sword art created during the age of the Ancestors.
Across the world, countless sword styles existed.
But Moonlight Style was different.
It was an ancient art once used by the legendary warriors known as the Ancestors.
The creator of this style was said to be none other than
.
A man remembered in history as—
"The warrior who served the King of Inchi Era."
stood silently on the mountain.
He slowly raised his sword before his face.
Then—
He moved his right leg backward.
His left foot stepped forward.
The moment his stance stabilized—
A crimson glow spread across the blade.
The sword looked as if an entire red sky had been sealed inside it.
The surrounding air trembled softly.
stared at the glowing blade in complete amazement.
The reflection of the crimson sword shimmered inside his eyes.
"Wooo…"
"It's… beautiful…"
Before Sota could continue—
grabbed his shoulder firmly.
"Come."
"We're leaving this place."
The moment Medusa spoke—
He instantly flew away with Sota.
Both of them landed on another mountain far away from Mike.
Sota kept staring toward Mike nervously.
Then he slowly turned toward Medusa—
As if he wanted to ask something.
But before he could speak—
Medusa answered in a deep voice.
"Mike Celester…"
"I think his curse is taking control over him."
The moment Sota heard that—
He looked toward Mike once again.
And what he saw froze him.
A horrifying smile had appeared on Mike's face.
That expression—
Didn't look human anymore.
It didn't even feel like Mike.
"Mikeee…!"
"What are you doing?!"
Sota shouted desperately.
But there was no response.
Mike continued standing there silently.
Suddenly—
The mountains around them began shaking violently.
Birds scattered into the sky in panic.
Rocks cracked apart.
The entire area trembled.
Then—
A terrifying voice echoed across the battlefield.
"Moon… Light…"
"Blood… Moon… Slave…"
The voice sounded unnatural.
As if millions of people were speaking together at once.
The sound pierced directly into Sota and Medusa's minds.
Then—
Mike swung his sword through the air.
SHUUUUUU—
A crimson slash tore across the battlefield.
He swung again.
And again.
And again.
The entire area became covered in red light.
Everywhere—
Only the sounds of collapsing rocks and sword vibrations remained.
A blood-red aura spread rapidly through the mountains.
The pressure became so overwhelming—
Breathing itself turned difficult.
"Ahhh…"
"I… can't breathe…"
Sota struggled desperately for air.
Then suddenly—
Everything became silent.
Complete silence.
No wind.
No sound.
Nothing.
Sota stared at the stillness in confusion.
"Did… everything end…?"
Before he could even finish speaking—
His mind went blank.
Medusa tightened his grip on Sota's shoulder.
Then both of them slowly looked forward—
And froze.
Before them—
A massive blood-red moon hung in the sky.
The mountain where Mike stood had disappeared beneath a river of blood-like energy.
Madness-inducing silence covered the entire world.
Even Medusa felt cold fear creeping into his mind.
"…What is happening?"
Standing beneath that blood moon—
Mike held his sword in one hand.
Blood dripped slowly from his mouth.
His dark eyes stared directly at them.
Then—
In a distorted voice—
He spoke.
"You… both…"
"…will die."
The moment those words echoed—
Sota and Medusa froze completely in place.