A swordsman should press forward without hesitation.
One Kill merely stood atop this barren tomb, and the swords buried here were drawn by the sword intent emanating from him.
They buzzed, resonating with the sword intent radiating around him.
A "man" dressed in a white robe, with long white hair, stood atop a barren tomb at the center. "He" had his back to One Kill, and the wind lifted the hem of "his" robes, making "him" seem like an exiled immortal descending into the mortal world, about to drift away on the breeze.
"One... Kill."
"He" spoke.
Yet that voice sounded like the clang of blades striking each other, bringing an indescribable discomfort to anyone who heard it.
"One... Kill!"
"He"—no, It.
It was the Weird contracted to One Kill.
Calamity Class Weird—the Sword Demon.
Buzz—
As though answering Its call.
Within the Ghost Domain, the countless sharp swords buried there all cried out at once.
The barren tombs split open.
All the swords within flew out.
The War God was dragged into this Ghost Domain at that very moment.
At a glance, It saw One Kill standing there.
One Kill stood atop the barren tomb, brimming with killing intent. In this setting, he fit perfectly, as though he had been born to grow in such a place.
One Kill had completely merged with this place.
It was as though he himself had become an incomparably sharp, cold sword.
Only then—
Did the War God notice the Sword Demon watching It from another gaze locked onto Its body.
Sensing the energy aura emanating from the Sword Demon, one extremely similar to One Kill's—
The War God suddenly understood. This was the god behind One Kill. Judging solely by that aura, the other party was extraordinarily powerful.
Far stronger than those