"Severing Flow Sword Art!" Max's voice rang out through the hall like a decree of death. His sword sliced through the air, a streak of pure annihilation carried by the full force of his Concept of Severing Sword.
It was the same technique he'd used before—but now, powered by the severing concept, it transformed into something entirely different. The attack didn't just aim to cut—it intended to erase.
The space between Max and Silus warped slightly, rippling like the surface of disturbed water. The sword light howled forward like a tidal wave of blades, shrieking with the intent to break through anything—armor, flesh, even willpower.
Silus' eyes widened, panic flickering across his face for the first time. His tortoise shell armor thickened automatically in response, drawing deeply on his bloodline.
