CRAAACKLEEE!!!
The two figures collided with such force that the air itself screamed.
CLANG!
Aestrea twisted his sword downward, forcing Clostro's scythe to slide along the blade's edge.
Skkrrrkk!
Sparks flew as the steel scraped, and Aestrea kicked forward, driving his heel into Clostro's gut.
THUD!
Clostro stumbled half a step back, only to grab Aestrea's ankle midair and twist.
CRACK!
Aestrea spun with the motion, landing lightly on his other foot, sliding backward across the cracked floor.
Then, he raised his sword again.
"Good… GOOD! You're not breaking yet!" Clostro's grin stretched wider.
He lifted his scythe overhead, divine light pulsing along its curved edge.
『 ✯ Authority of Killing — Crimson Spiral ✯ 』
The weapon spun once, twice, then erupted into a spinning storm of blood-red energy. The air twisted, dragging everything nearby toward the vortex.
Aestrea's eyes gleamed coldly.
"Moonlit Ice Lotus Sword Art..."
