"Hahahaha!"
"Incredible..."
"I guess we're 'dead,' huh?"
The three judges reacted all at once, their voices overlapping, mocking yet strangely calm as they faced the inevitable.
The [Eclypse Slash] was already upon them.
There was no escaping its reach, no chance of deflecting or resisting.
The giant crescent of energy ripped through their bodies without mercy.
Each judge was severed in half, their forms falling apart as they crashed toward the ground.
Dust rose into the air, and silence followed.
But even as their corpses lay broken, Sam did not lower his guard.
[You have a bad feeling about this.]
The crimson words burned in front of his eyes.
He didn't turn. He didn't relax.
His focus remained locked on the three judges, his sword still raised, his wings spread wide, his body prepared for anything.
You never knew what to expect from beings like these.
They were Monarchs. They always had something hidden, something waiting.
