"I was wondering why there wasn't a single Hero-rank in this city," Souta said coldly, his gaze piercing the chaos below. "Who would have thought… you'd be here."
Now, up close, the true horror of the Dark Apparition became clear. Its body was once that of a Seventh Shackle Realm warrior, but it had been assimilated, twisted, and corrupted by some unspeakable force into this grotesque monstrosity. Every sinew, every claw, radiated malevolence.
The creature roared, a sound that seemed to shatter the air itself, and swung its massive, serrated claws.
Souta tightened his grip on the vajra sword. His eyes flared with a terrifying light, and energy surged through the blade, warping the very space around it.
A rift tore through the fabric of reality as his sword swung.
Bang—!!
The sound echoed like glass breaking across miles, the shockwave ripping through branches and shaking the remaining fighters to their core.
