Section Sixty-One · Those Who Can Fell Great Trees, and Molten Fire
Warriors did not communicate through words.
The language of warriors was the clash of weapons.
The colossal cleaver that had accompanied the Giant King throughout his life and carved countless heroic legends into history descended like the collapse of heaven. When it crashed down, it was as though a mountain also crumbled and fell with the blade.
However, the history carried by the Coiled Sword surpassed that of the cleaver a hundredfold.
If a mountain truly collapsed, then the Coiled Sword housed the restless fires of the earth. When it was swung, a vast force like the upheaval of tectonic plates erupted at once, and flames truly surged from the ground beneath them.
"Protect yourself." Miss Surtr's voice rang in Frostnova's ear, and the white-haired rabbit-eared girl instinctively raised a barrier woven from frigid frost. It was an extreme cold capable of freezing the air and turning carbon dioxide into solid ice and snow. None of the blades and arrows familiar to ordinary people should have been able to damage it, yet it lasted for only a single instant.
The ice shield shattered, and surging earthfire swept toward her face. She instinctively bit down on her lower lip, struggling not to reveal any weakness. Yet in the next moment, the approaching earthfire suddenly halted, and through that brief opening, warm light washed over her entire body.
Her form vanished, then reappeared.
When she appeared again, she was already atop an abandoned tower outside the palace, tucked rather unceremoniously beneath the Fire Keeper's arm. She lightly found her footing, but before she could thank her, the palace where the others had been was suddenly destroyed. Endless flames furiously poured outward through every door, every window, and every gap. Blazing