Death God, Cai'er! (Part 2)

Gray—endless gray. Cai'er's entire body had already sunk into a sea of gray. The instant the Death God's phantom fused with her body, she seemed to grow more slender. The spiritual wings behind her back contracted, and a layer of gray light, like rippling water, flowed across her body.

When Cai'er slowly turned around in the distance, the color of her pupils had changed. They were neither black nor gray, but a deep, profound white.

White usually gave people a sense of purity, yet the white in Cai'er's eyes seemed to possess boundless magic. The instant she turned, both the Dark Mage and the Light Warrior froze. They did not even launch their attacks at once.

A layer of gray light spread outward from Cai'er as well. A strange sight appeared: the central dividing line formed by chaos and space could not exist within that gray barrier. At this moment, Cai'er was like an enormous gemstone embedded in the heart of the barrier.

This feeling could no longer be described merely as strange. The aura of slaughter around her seemed to have vanished as well. Only icy stillness remained—but this stillness was not Death Aura.

Her long skirt drifted without wind. The white glow in Cai'er's eyes grew ever more intense.

"Seven Absolutes of Death, Death's Sorrow." Cai'er moved. The Scythe of Death had completely turned into a clear, immaculate white the instant she struck. Yet this blow was not aimed at either opponent at her sides. Instead, it slashed directly at the central barrier. Yes, she intended to break open the barrier. Only then would she have a chance. Otherwise, caught between the two great domains of light and darkness, her final outcome could only be defeat.

The Dark Mage pointed his magic staff forward, and a jet-black beam