That cannot be called a blade, nor is it anything that can be described with words; it is more of a concept.
It is the existence inherently feared by all living creatures that can still run, imagine, and feel, an unconscious and merciless endpoint. Fisher took a deep breath and, before even seeing what the blade looked like, instinctively pushed that "blade" into the trembling body of Erwin lying on the ground.
The Death Rune caused no wounds, no sound of destroying heaven and earth. Apart from the faint sound of Valentina pounding on the egg wall from inside the ice egg in the distance, it was eerily quiet, but the moment the Death Rune entered Erwin's body, all of his trembling stopped instantly.
In the Spirit Realm, the scarlet mist that had been dragging Erwin's base retreated instantly because, in essence, this base was already dead. At that moment, a force came from within the Gap, blasting it out of the Spirit Realm's gate.
