This was a battle beyond human comprehension, as if it were phantoms tearing each other apart.
Their figures were barely visible to ordinary sight, only the faint gleam reflected from swinging blades could be vaguely seen. The force wrapped around it easily unleashed a powerful impact, causing the falling rain curtain to momentarily pause, all shaken away.
The intense ether reaction was like an erupting volcano, with high concentrations of ether converging here, ethereal arcs leaping at the ends of metal, piercing through water droplets along the way.
Hert laughed aloud, wildly swinging his long blade as he moved at high speed. It had been a long time since he fought so freely, his blood boiling with excitement.
He leapt and struck, the long blade slicing dozens of swift arcs in an instant, precisely sealing all of Geoffrey's paths, transforming into a lethal cage of blades.
