Every time Anon's longsword maneuvered through space, ancient characters were left in its wake.
Though they were much more illusory and elusive than the ancient characters that manifested on his sword soul with every attack, they did not disappear.
As the battle continued, these characters began covering the entire battle cloud. A subtle hum created from the resonance of many spread throughout the space within the ancestor cloud.
The daemon groaned upon exerting force, forcing Anon into retreat. Scoffing lightly, this daemon also slashed toward Anon from a distance.
Several kilometers separated them, and yet, the three-meter darkness blade slashed horizontally, cleaving at Anon's chest.
An aura darker than ink shrouded the darkness blade, cleaving space, severing distance, it appeared before Anon's figure that was shrouded in light.
Anon's longsword buzzed with crackling intensity and countered.
