Orange-red light burst from Boer's left hand.
Energy compressed to its limit took physical form. Orange-red light poured from his palm like a mass of molten lava held in his grasp, standing out vividly in the mental world.
His right hand rose at the same time, fingers spread, palm facing down. Electromagnetic energy intertwined in his palm, finally condensing into the hilt of a greatsword.
The hilt was long and slender, its lines smooth, with deep blue patterns flowing across its surface.
Boer gripped the hilt formed in his right hand.
Conqueror's Haki extended upward from the hilt, and blue-white arcs danced across the reddish-orange blade.
"Conqueror's Coating."
The greatsword took shape.
Boer held the sword in one hand, its tip angled toward the ground, his body hovering in midair.
The Demon King of Song did not wait for his next move.
All four of its arms rose at once, enormous palms striking from four different directions.
Each palm was covered in black flames, the lines across them resembling twisted, screaming faces.
Boer moved.
His body traced an elegant arc to the right through the air.
The greatsword turned in his hand, its tip sweeping upward from below.
The blade met the demon king's palm.
Swish.
The greatsword cut into the demon king's left palm, emerged through its wrist, and traveled up its forearm, past its elbow and upper arm, all the way to its shoulder.
The cut was as smooth as a mirror, orange-red light flickering along its edges like a wound seared by a branding iron.
The demon king's arm split down the middle. Black smoke gushed from the cut, and the fragments of emotion imprisoned within the arm writhed briefly in the orange-red light before turning into wisps of smoke and dissipating into the void.
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