He reached into his dimensional space and pulled out his sword. The moment the blade appeared, the air around him became terrifyingly sharp, as though space itself had turned into an invisible forest of unsheathed swords.
His aura did not explode outward.
It did not flare.
It simply became absolute.
Max lifted his sword high toward the darkened sky. His grip tightened slightly, his eyes narrowing in understanding rather than anger.
His voice was calm and steady.
"Sky Shattering Invincibility Sword Art."
The heavens recoiled.
Every Divine Rank expert felt the sudden shift—an aura so refined, so lethal, so perfectly condensed that even space buckled lightly around him.
Max drew a long breath.
"One Sword—All Conquered."
The blade moved.
There was no dramatic surge of light, no earth-shaking roar, no explosion of power. Instead, the world grew unnaturally silent for a heartbeat.
Then the sword descended.
