Great Dark Heaven

This movement seemed to be his ritual, his preparation before battle.

Immediately after, he launched his attack—a tempestuous Dimension Slash!

Vergil's blade suddenly erupted with dazzling light. Then, invisible Sword Qi poured forth like a torrential rain, fiercely striking at Sephiroth.

In that instant, the entire space seemed to be enveloped by Vergil's Sword Qi, the air filled with killing intent and tension.

Sephiroth stood where he was, his pupils contracting to pinpoints. He Stared at Vergil, feeling the immense pressure Rushing Towards him.

Using his "intuition," he sensed the terrifying attack to come in advance. It was a power beyond words, as though it could tear apart anything standing in front of it.

Sephiroth drew a deep breath. He knew that at this moment, he had to give it his all. He could no longer underestimate his opponent as he had in the past, nor could he hold back as he had when fighting Chang Wei. The opponent before him was a warrior evenly matched with him, someone who allowed him to truly experience the joy of battle.

He gripped the Masamune in his hand tightly, feeling the power emanating from its blade. It was a power connected to his heart, as though it could understand his intentions and move according to his will.

His gaze became firm and sharp, as though he would cut down every obstacle standing before him. He was ready to face the battle that was about to come.

The two figures crossed paths across the battlefield, their flashing blades tracing brilliant arcs through the air. Every clash was accompanied by deafening metallic impacts, as if proclaiming the intensity of their duel.

Sephiroth continuously swung the katana in his hand, his movements swift and precise. Every swing dissolved his enemy's attacks into nothingness, as though