Sound seemed to disappear.
Light was replaced by a blinding white.
At this moment, everyone in the royal capital was blinded by the radiance from the sky, unable to see anything but white.
Some screamed.
Some wailed.
Some gasped.
Some panicked.
No one knew what had happened.
Even the experts who had gone to the noble district were now filled with panic, blinded by the white light, either closing their eyes and crouching down, or raising their hands to shield their faces, no longer caring about anything else.
Those who could clearly see what was happening within the radiance were probably less than five in the entire capital.
Some were watching from the top of the temple, some were gazing from the Buztout mansion, some were observing while merged with nature, and some were watching in secret.
In their eyes, they clearly saw it.
They saw the figure, transformed into a stream of light, meeting the descending pillar of light above the battlefield plaza, and at the moment of impact, slashing out with the Holy Sword, which had also turned into a beam of light.
It was an extremely fast slash.
It was a flash that transcended space.
This unbelievably stunning slash, like a mayfly shaking a tree, struck the descending crimson pillar of light and, as if cutting through fragile paper, severed it.
Yes.
Severed it.
The crimson magic blade was cleanly cut, transforming into a storm of magic power that swept outwards.
That storm of magic power was incredibly powerful. If it were allowed to spread, it might instantly level the entire noble district again.
However, facing this terrifying storm, the figure, transformed into a stream of light, slashed out again, severing the storm of magic power.
The magic power dissipated.
The storm subsided.
Everything was nipped in the bud, without any aftereffects.
Perhaps this was why the sound had disappeared.
At least, seeing that ultimate slash, all those who could see clearly within the radiance had the same thought.
That was, even sound had been cut down by that person.
Cut down by the young noble who was destined to become the talk of the town, the Kingdom, and even the human world after today.
…
Gradually, the radiance dimmed.
After an unknown amount of time, everyone’s vision returned.
“What… what was that just now?”
“How would I know?”
“It seemed to come from the noble district, right?”
“The noble district again?”
“What’s going on recently? Why are there so many terrifying events happening in the capital?”
On the streets, the citizens discussed amongst themselves, still shaken, clearly frightened by this sudden phenomenon.
“Is… is it over?”
“What… what happened?”
“Oh god…”
And in the noble district, the experts opened their eyes uncertainly and looked towards the plaza again.
There, the earth-shattering clash had ended.
And the outcome was clear.
“Ha… ha… ha… ha…”
Aldia seemed to have exhausted all his magic power, kneeling on one knee, his raised greatsword lowered, the crimson magic power on it gone, as he gasped for breath. ṛânȱ𐌱Еş
But Aldia didn’t lower his gaze, staring intently ahead, his eyes trembling.
Before him, a figure had appeared at some point.
In his hand, the sealed Holy Sword was slightly raised, pointed at Aldia’s throat.
“As expected of you, Commander.”
A familiar voice slowly rang out.