"Go to hell!"
Even as the Clown had the presence of mind to warn his fellow Pontiffs, Alexander's cold, resolute voice echoed from the divine blade once more.
Simultaneously, seven transparent, spectral swords materialized around Alexander's Blade. They fell into a tight, parallel formation, spiraling around the main sword like lethal satellites.
Before the Clown's astonished eyes, Alexander's Blade erupted in size, swelling into a colossal greatsword that spanned the pocket dimension. In a single, sweeping arc, it scythed through the endless chain of puppets, shattering them into dust.
But that was not its true purpose.
The greatsword's devastating swing not only destroyed the decoys but also smashed through the walls of the adjacent spatial shards.
"No—his target is Valerius!" Konak was the first to react, realizing Alexander's attack was a feint. The true objective wasn't the Clown, but the Pontiff maintaining the entire Dodecahedron formation.
