Chapitre 1992: God

"Your hide sure is tough. Take one of these for me… [Bloody Guillotine]." 

The skies turned red. The illusion of an execution blade coated in dried blood flickered in the skies as Dyon's leg descended upon Yadmere's cheek. 

BOOM!

The sound was more resounding than even Estein's slap to the face. Yadmere felt the foundations of his teeth quake, knocking several almost completely loose. 

His enraged roar caused the ears of many to bleed, however Dyon had already flickered away by the time he retaliated, appearing before Estein with a fervent desire for battle. 

[A Winter's Last Snowfall] circulated once more, his sword separating into countless illusory and real images that forced the Ancestor to his backfoot.