Facing Tiamat, who spread her horned wings and tried to fly away from Xiang An's "Underworld," everyone felt a wave of pressure.
Xiang An's Underworld naturally had an exit as well—the Gate of the Underworld at the top of the mountain's inner space, the entrance and exit connecting this place to the outside world.
Tiamat intended to leave this space that had made her restless and uneasy through there.
"Hmph."
"Sever your wings!"
Buzz—
Clang—!
Hassan Sabbah flickered once more and vanished from where he stood. The greatsword in his hand was wreathed in ghostly fire as it came down upon one of Tiamat's horned wings, as though it were nothing remarkable.
It was neither a blast of magical energy nor a mighty Divine Construct, merely—
A single sword strike.
That strike, honed to perfection, unleashed devastating destruction.
The horned wings that Gorgon, a Servant of such immense size and power, had previously needed to drain her own Saint Graph to break erupted with unmistakable cracks beneath Hassan Sabbah's sword. Though they did not snap at once, it was obvious—Tiamat could no longer fly with those wings!
"That is... terrifying." Watching the image of Hassan Sabbah cutting down Tiamat's horned wing with a single strike, Roman's mouth twitched. For a moment, he could not figure out what exactly that thing was.
Was that really what they called "swordsmanship"?
He knew that his colleague was terrifying, but sometimes he still felt...
"Hahaha, well done, Old Man!"
Xiang An's Great Pi carved a sharp, broad blade through the air before crashing into Tiamat's body. He laughed as he praised his comrade.
Hassan Sabbah did not respond to Xiang An's praise. He merely landed behind Tiamat and raised his head to look at the colossal beast, as though contemplating something.
"Good, then now