The two weapons met—and everything stopped. The winds that had raged wildly around them vanished, and every unnatural phenomenon stilled.
Click… click…
A faint metallic gnawing echoed from the point of contact, like tiny teeth chewing at steel.
Gorr's eyes, usually half-lidded in calm indifference, snapped wide open. Now fierce and full of disbelief, he stared at his weapon—the Tiger-Tooth Sawblade.
The clicking continued, relentless and uncanny.
With a sharp grunt, Gorr yanked at his blade, but it wouldn't budge. Ethan's spear had latched onto it—fused at the point of impact like a parasite locking onto its host.
From Ethan's perspective, the Twilight War Spear resembled a stubborn child refusing to release its favorite candy. It clung tightly to Gorr's weapon, emitting that eerie gnawing sound as it slowly devoured the crimson-hued metal.
