Chapter 3270: Aina Morales

Aina appeared before the enlarged Anselma, slamming out a palm. Her momentum was akin to the skies—vast and unapproachable. It was impossible to tell where it started or finished, or the exact moment when dusk shifted into a dense night.

Anselma swung to meet her. She was imposing in her own right, a towering mass that went beyond just her size.

The clash shattered the world's concept of sound, a vacuum more vacuous than the depths of space in heart and layers formed, palm and axe blade echoing off one another in pulsing waves.

The two separated for only a brief moment before they clashed once more. A flurry of exchanges expanded the vacuum, forcing more and more Force into it.

The world whined against its limits, the tears of the World Spirit falling from above in a torrent of rain that washed the blood beneath and only stung against the Thronebearer's skin all the more.

And then it gave way.