Message for Qian III

It was difficult to describe in words what the members of the Eluin delegation beneath the fortress truly saw at that moment.

Brando's casual sword swing seemed to be divided into several parts—each one a perfect model fit for a swordsmanship textbook. At that moment, swordsmanship no longer seemed merely an art of killing, but an art capable of delighting the eye. Swordsmanship and the Law Lines seemed to have reached the boundary of truth, as though taking one more step forward would bring one into that realm. The ancient techniques of the King of Flames and the dragons, together with the unfathomable power of the ancient holy sword, merged into one at that instant.

A dazzling sword-light rose from the ground. Behind that blinding radiance came an earth-shaking boom, and the iron gate was cleaved into four. The impact forced the entire gate inward, then shattered it, sending the pieces flying into the barbican behind it. The aftershock of the sword energy merged into the walls on either side. The black rock rapidly grew a smooth cut visible to the naked eye, and along that cut, an entire section of wall began to collapse. As bricks and rubble fell like rain, the Law Lines maintaining the wall's strength emerged one by one from the air. Those silver lines, which represented magical power, melted away as the sword energy advanced, as though they could not resist it in the slightest.

In short.

The Knight's Gate of the entire Black Sword Bastion became history after that single sword strike.

The refugees were being tied one by one to the stakes along both sides of the road through the valley by Imperial soldiers. But suddenly, everyone's eyes were drawn in unison toward that direction. They saw the bright sword-light rise from the