The sky resembled a battlefield of fire and thunder.
Black clouds tore apart in swirls, illuminated by the brutal flash of lightning that came not from nature, but from the clash of titanic forces. The air was so saturated with power that space itself vibrated, distorting like glass about to shatter.
Albert hovered above the cutting air currents, his entire body tense. His breathing was controlled, but his golden gaze held a fierce determination.
In his hands, finally, was Byako, the true blade—not the restrained weapon he used to fight with, but his essence unleashed. The blade gleamed like polished ivory, with a cut that seemed to tear even the light. Her aura burned silver and white, making the surrounding sky glow with an almost sacred glow.
