He carried this child's knife, facing the strongest opponent in his life.
The lingering will of the four Ancient Gods.
He was very excited; in the eyes of the swordsman, there was no distinction between strong and weak.
Only the will to wield the knife, his body began to disassemble.
Under the immense pressure, the arm holding the heavy knife behind him broke.
He seemed unaware, his body and limbs began to slowly disappear.
Under the extreme pressure, all of his skeletal structure vanished without a trace.
As Dane's head shattered, everything returned to calm once more.
Alas.
Liora Blake sighed lightly.
"You, you blocked me."
Suddenly, a voice echoed from the horizon.
In the trifold Ancient Force, a little boy fiercely threw out the heavy knife in his hand.
Crack! Crack!
The sky seemed to suddenly freeze; those watching from afar only felt everything solidify.
In the sky above, they actually saw their own reflection.
