บท 1822: Spirit

Ryu seemed to be paying more attention to the weapons in his hands than the army before him. Staring at them, a thought kept swirling around in his mind. Was it better to use a weapon? Or not?

He took a step forward, and his wrist flickered. A whirlwind of Heavenly Phoenix Patterns and fluttering ashen snow fell around him. He didn't speak a word, he didn't ask who they were, nor did he wait for their explanation. He simply slashed.

It was a simple strike, and yet it seemed to carry a myriad of changes. As though they were staring into the abyss of reflective black ice, it pulled them in and trapped their souls.

Vespera and Vespa's expressions hardened. They tossed away their other thoughts, and their auras flared. Together, they rose into the skies above the army, and the silvery blue moon behind them shimmered as a gorgeous backdrop.