The purple cloud of many thousands of meters in diameter showed a unique battlefield. There were multiple small mountains of corpses atop the purple cloud.
Previously, the battlefield between him and the knight was filled with broken and shattered blades, and the battles before... however, Anon did not care about these things.
Yet, he could not help but curiously ponder on these small mountains of corpses. They were simply too attention-grabbing to simply ignore.
As the two purple clouds fully intersected and locked in place, the two drifters from either ends of the battlefield, approached each other.
Anon dragged a longsword with one hand, however, the purple cloud was elusive in nature so there was no sound and the longsword merely cut through the cloud.
On the other hand, the daemon appeared quite relaxed. His main pair of hands interlocked fingers as he twisted his body and stretched, yawning as he approached the swarthy-skinned youth.
