Night Cherry Tangle did not hesitate.
Season Star's order was the only command that mattered on the battlefield.
He held Endless Judgment across his chest, pressed two fingers of his left hand together, and swept them lightly along the blade.
"Divine Might: Karma Judgment!"
A scarlet character for "guilt," formed from countless twisted runes, peeled away from the blade and drifted forward.
It ignored the distance between them and the plague mist filling the air, branding itself directly onto Torgan's Giant Shield, which was covered in anguished faces.
Hum!
The Giant Shield shuddered violently.
The faces on its surface had only wailed in silence before. The instant the mark of guilt appeared, they seemed to fill with genuine resentment.
They struggled and twisted fiercely, their mouths opening and closing without a sound, as though voicing an accusation.
"What is that..."
For the first time, Torgan's petrified face grew grave.
He could feel an outside force cutting into his connection with the shield, making it unstable.
"Now!"
Night Cherry Tangle roared and poured every last bit of his Divine Might into the sword in his hand.
He became a spinning Shadow Storm. Endless Judgment left a trail of afterimages as he brought it crashing down on the shield marked with guilt.
"Sever!"
The blow lacked the peerless sharpness of Sword Master in the Snow's earlier strike, but it carried a finality that could not be denied.
Clang!
Sword and shield collided with an impossibly deep boom.
There were no sparks. No explosion of energy.
Night Cherry Tangle felt as though Endless Judgment had struck a solid mass of sin and resentment.
The scarlet mark of guilt on the Giant Shield blazed.
Crack—
A sharp snap came from the shield.
A distinct fracture appeared across the surface of the Bastion Divine Shield,