Aldrian closed his eyes, and time around him seemed to move in slow motion—much slower than his thoughts. The sounds around him became muffled before falling completely silent. The falling drops of water slowed. The blowing wind slowed. Every being seemed to come to a stop.
He concentrated, taking a stance as if preparing to slash, his hand gripping the hilt of the Sword of the End.
His comprehension worked swiftly as he perfected the strongest technique in this moment, the sword technique he had created with the intent to end all things. There was nothing that could withstand this slash. Everything would meet its end.
At this moment, he strengthened the technique with even greater comprehension and laws, integrating everything he had come to understand over time. He wanted this to become a much stronger technique, one that would truly deserve the name "of the End." Even if he stood against the gods, they too would meet their end.
There is nothing that can escape my will.
