บท 302: Blooming Sapling Part Three

Akainmhar felt the sharpness punctuating the very fabric of space around the hand of the golden-colored giant in the sky. The red-haired man only needed to sense it once to be sure that that sword intent was Fell's own.

The sharp and deadly sword intent accumulated little by little in the right hand on the giant. Forming a vast area—in the shape of a long sword—in the empty space, vibrating and shacking as though hundreds of blades were screaming at the same time.

Akainmhar felt the sharpness of the invisible sword traverse the air, hitting his face in a stinging flurry of sharp wind. Thunder roared, and the lightning serpent coiled itself around the body in a giant, turning into a strange tattoo that slithered quietly over the humongous illusory body.