From nowhere, a sword appeared, a blade crackling with raw lightning, energy dancing across its surface. In a single fluid movement, Cutie twisted mid-air, and the sword cut an arc toward the nearest serpent. A black python lunged, fangs dripping venom—but Cutie met it with lethal grace. The serpent split perfectly into five segments, scales scattering like rain.
The valley seemed to freeze for a heartbeat, holding its breath in awe of the sudden strike. Then the horde surged forward, faster than perception could track. Cutie moved like a ghost, sidestepping, ducking, weaving through snapping jaws, each motion precise, elegant, and unflinching.
Finally, he planted the tip of his sword into the earth. A surge of blue light erupted, a ripple of raw energy blasting back the remaining serpents. The air hummed, thick with power. Cutie's voice sliced through it, cold, sharp, and unwavering: "Snake Queen… appear."
