Odin did not hurl down that world-destroying sphere of lightning. With one hand held in a loose grasp, the white-violet "false sun" let out a shrill screech that set teeth on edge, then was furiously compressed and shaped by an invisible force—until it became a Pale Thunder Blade that spanned heaven and earth!
The blade was several hundred meters long, formed entirely from lightning condensed to its absolute limit. Leaping arcs of electricity scorched the surrounding air, warping it out of shape.
All blood of kings must end by the sword!
He knew that the dispersed power of a lightning sphere might not be enough to kill Naga. Only by condensing that world-destroying energy to its utmost and forging it into a blade capable of severing all things could he write the final verse for this formidable foe.
The lightning blade descended soundlessly, yet it carried a pressure greater than any sound. Crossing hundreds of meters with the will to pass judgment on all things, it viciously cleaved down at the tiny figure in the middle of the river! Even space itself seemed to split beneath that strike.
Facing this unavoidable blow of divine punishment, the light in Naga's emerald-gold vertical pupils blazed brightly!
She casually set her bone staff aside, allowing it to float around her as though it possessed a will of its own. Her hands came together before her chest as she chanted ancient, solemn Dragon Script in a gravity never heard before.
In an instant, boundless golden radiance erupted from her as its center! The light was not merely bright, but contained the vast energy of earth's solidity,
water's agility, wind's freedom, fire's fierceness, and the boundlessness of spirit.
The radiance expanded at tremendous speed, becoming a huge, flawless golden sphere in the blink of an