When the aura of the last Zerg high-ranking official vanished into the depths of the hive, this enormous platform of chitinous continents and pulsing veins finally fell completely silent.
Only the low rumble of the distant biological furnaces and the viscous sound of slurry rushing through the energy conduits formed the eternal background noise.
The Queen of Blades still stood motionless at the center of the platform, the living double-headed blade in her hands still unsheathed.
But the sharp killing intent that had made all the insects submit and cleaved through the laws had now quietly receded from her like a tide.
She began dancing with her twin blades again.
However, this time, her swordsmanship was worlds apart from before.
The savagery that had torn through space was gone, as was the brutality that had enacted destruction.
The double-headed blade's trajectory became lingering and graceful. As its radiance swept through the air, it was no longer a storm of death, but seemed to weave an impressionistic painting from light and shadow. The sound of the blade cutting through the air also became gentle, like lovers whispering to each other, carrying an indescribable tenderness.
Deep within her consciousness, a tightly sealed fragment of memory quietly surfaced and expanded along with this special sword intent—
At the end of a timeline on the verge of collapse, she had stood back-to-back with that fellow, facing the spacetime chaos sweeping over everything. At that moment, their spirits had transcended the barriers between species and forms, connecting without reservation.
His adaptability and cunning perfectly complemented her absolute violence; his precise calculations perfectly blended with her instinctive intuition.
Two swords in perfect harmony!
Not physical swords, but the resonance of wills and the vibration of souls.
Two entirely different forces had twisted together at that moment,