Tragic black-red and surging deep blue intertwined and collided. Air compressed to the limit formed layer upon layer of ripples stained with dazzling colors, a sight that was mesmerizing from afar.
Ultimate beauty, ultimate danger.
"MacanLuin!"
At last, after a brief stalemate, veins bulged on Finn's forehead as he raised his spear tip with an angry roar.
"Boom!"
In an instant, the black-red ghostly glow was swept into the air by the engulfing tide. The mana flow, having lost its restraint, erupted into a terrifying shockwave.
He dodged it!
With the immediate danger averted, Finn's face was deathly pale as he leaned on his spear and gasped for breath. He secretly rejoiced, though his mind was already hazy from extreme exhaustion.
Yet just as raging waves often lurked beneath a calm sea, danger hid within seemingly safe surroundings as well.
The braid that had somehow come undone behind Shion suddenly tightened. Several transparent threads connected to her hair snapped shut like drawn steel wires.
Aether Threads: Synchronized Severance!
The God of the Underworld, who governed life and death in Egypt, seemed to open his desolate eyes in the darkness.
By the time Finn recovered his wits and refocused his gaze, the aether threads slicing through the air had already entered his sight. There was no time to react.
Damn it!
"Rip..."
At the critical moment, two thrown red-and-yellow demonic swords streaked through the air in brilliant arcs, severing every aether thread closing in around Finn.
At the same time, Diarmuid, who had hurriedly drawn the long and short demonic spears from his back, was sent flying by Ganesh's axe. He crashed into a stone wall like a cannonball, kicking up clouds of dust.
"Cough, cough..."
"Pfft!"
The two discordant sounds echoed through the hall at once. Finn, coughing, and Diarmuid,