Black Hole Aura ..
a baleful kind of destructive power. In ages past it scarred even the Demon King's body,
and bored straight through the flesh of Dragon God Midir .. the hardest of all creatures .. with ease.
As Nameless let it loose, a crushing pressure dropped, and Zibar hurled everything he had in response.
only for Nameless to draw a single, horizontal line with his sword.
The blade was wreathed in that ominous, lightless glow.
In that instant… it ended.
"Huh?"
Zibar couldn't comprehend it.
Nameless had cut once.
Just once .. a slow, ordinary stroke.
Then why…
Why did the world flip upside down, as if hell's gates had yawned open beneath him?
One cut became millions ..
no, billions of slashes from every direction,
ominous black arcs that carved through all things.
They cleaved air, void, particles ..
everything was cut, and within that storm
Zibar's body was delivered to the merciless savagery of that technique.
