Like a bolt of lightning cleaving down from the Ninth Heaven, leaving no room for mercy.
Where the sword energy passed, the void let out a "Screech!" like tearing silk, as though an invisible pair of giant hands had ripped the night sky apart down the middle.
A distinct sword scar appeared in the air before the tavern.
Where the sword scar passed, the void froze, like an eternally unhealable wound stretching between heaven and earth, a horrifying sight.
A blade swept over like thunder.
The succubus raised the spirit sword in her hand to meet it—
"Clang—"
An incomparably clear, crisp ring sounded, like someone gently tapping a crystal goblet with a needle. The sound echoed through the night sky, growing louder and denser until it finally became a tremendous roar.
The spirit sword in the succubus's hand snapped cleanly into two.
The break was smooth as a mirror, a shocking sight.
That sword strike did not lose momentum. After severing the spirit sword, it still carried world-destroying power as it roared through the air and cut into the tavern beneath the moonlight.
Like a cat.
Just before the blade touched her shoulder, the succubus abruptly contracted, her entire body seeming to compress into a shadow condensed to its limit before springing away from where she stood.
Her speed was unbelievable—swift as lightning, so swift that even the moonlight could not catch up to her afterimage.
Her movements were light and graceful, her waist twisting at precisely the right angle, like a startled cat leaping down from a wall—unhurried and perfectly composed.
Before that sword energy could strike her shoulder—
In that instant, she turned to look at the tavern behind her.
For a moment, there was worry, fury, and an emotion even she herself could not understand.
"Crack—"