"Are you still persisting in this pointless struggle?"
Outside the cube, Marquis Vent gripped the short sword in his hand, his gaze cold and grim.
He understood well that delays bred complications. Especially when dealing with someone like Fiona, who held a special place in prophecy—the longer he dragged things out, the greater the chance of unforeseen changes.
Whether it was the Nightmare Spirit King, whose whereabouts were currently unknown, or other unknown factors, any of them could lead to his failure.
Although the Girl's resistance meant little in his eyes, Marquis Vent did not immediately make his next move. A faint yet persistent sense of danger lingered in his heart.
Marquis Vent did not know where that feeling came from, but it heightened his vigilance. He suspected that some powerful existence had set its sights on him.
Taking all this into account, Marquis Vent hesitated no longer. He reversed the short sword in his hand, gripping its hilt in a standard hold. Mana flowed into it, and then he fiercely slashed at the entire cube.
The effects of this Mystic Short Sword varied according to how he held it.
An attack delivered with a standard grip cut through Rule Power.
With his movement, another twisted crack suddenly split open along the already battered blade. It was incredibly deep, nearly reaching the center of the sword.
But at such a cost, that slash achieved an astonishing effect. The space around the cube suddenly darkened, and then, in an instant, the cube at its center was "separated" from the entire Dream World.
At the same time, Fiona and Anvis, trapped within the transparent cube, abruptly lost all connection to the world's rules.
Without the support of the world's rules, Fiona was instantly forced back to her original state. The pocket watch