Zero vanished.
It was a burst of speed that would have decapitated any normal knight. In a fraction of a second, Damien was behind Valerius, the Pantheon Sword humming with lethal intent as he swung for the Commander's neck.
"Shadow Art: Eclipse Cut."
The blade sliced through the air, carrying the crushing weight of the Dual-Core.
CLINK.
No blood. No severed head.
Valerius caught the crystal blade over his shoulder with two fingers.
The Pantheon Sword, which had absorbed the breath of a Bone Dragon, buzzed angrily, trying to devour the Commander's energy.
But the red anti-magic field around Valerius's fingers was too dense, choking the blade into silence.
"Fast," Valerius said, his voice bored behind the T-visor helmet. "For filth."
The red crystal embedded in Valerius's gauntlet pulsed.
"Void Pulse."
BOOM!
A shockwave of dark red energy exploded from Valerius's body. A force of absolute negation blasted outward, rejecting reality itself.
