Dimensional Descent

Wilas opened his mouth to speak once more, but…

BANG!

A heavy sword swung from the Sword Monstress' back, landing on the stones grounds of the tower's floors.

Despite the heft of the sword, not a single mark was left behind. But no one doubted the strength of the Sword Monstress due to this.

The broad sword vibrated wildly upon impact as though looking to launch itself out from the hands of the Sword Monstress as she faced Wilas.

When the sword appeared, Jilniya's gaze narrowed.

Wilas stood just under three meters before the Sword Monstress. But, due to the outrageous length of the massive sword, it clanged before him, just a mere foot or two away. In fact, it seemed to be aimed between his legs, leaving him feeling a slight chill.

However, what Wilas felt wasn't fear. The process had been slow enough for him to witness the start to the end without issue. To a warrior on his level, it hadn't been a problem to see it all. The issue was that… his heart still felt a slight trepidation.

It was a warning.

Wilas, though, had every intention of lashing out. Not only was it important for them to know the limits of this figure, but it was also a matter of his face. Where would he put it if he were to back off now? Especially since he was the one who started all of this.

"It seems that --."

Just when Wilas wanted to say more, he suddenly sensed a figure appear by his side.

the hulking, black robed figure before them was

sculpted by the hands of a master. Though she was lacking in comparison to Heira, this seemed to be due to lack of a mature and refined temperament rather

to her curves captured the soul. And, whether by design or coincidence, the way her sky blue

and what he had been planning to do. To them,

Black City, Jerach was enthralled. He only barely managed to stop himself

someone like Jilniya… Well, let's just say he didn't have

you

all but ignored Wilas. But, it was difficult to get angry at a beauty,

tip of the blade that reverberated against the ground to the shadowy figure. "I received reports from my subordinate cities that several massacres had occurred. The perpetrator was a woman with a hunched

silence overcame

surprise was the word 'woman'. It

sunk in,

through World's End

whether this person

be the one in the right. And, it seemed now that not only had this Sword

how others looked at it, this would

reverberations of her sword sung

just come',

…

that very moment, Leonel stood before the Dark

his head toward the looming numbers in

0:0:8:39

But, he still felt uncomfortable cutting it so close. He wasn't sure if there would be a penalty for being late. But, considering his current situation, he didn't dare to test it out. He felt that if there was a