Lumielle grasped the sword tightly and swung it towards the wrist of Orien, her movements sharp and decisive, leaving no room for hesitation.
{NIGHT DOMAIN - DESCEND OF NIGHT}
In an instant, the Sword of Night appeared before Orien's extended hands, its edge carrying a suffocating darkness.
He tried to stop the attack by obstructing it with his will. But the power born from a mother's sacrifice, made solely for the safety of her child, overwhelmed the will that once shone brighter than the sun itself.
In fact, Orien stopped resisting the crushing domain pressure forced upon him and instead focused every fragment of his will on stopping the sword alone.
But even then...the power released by a burning soul and body seemed to transcend even the will of someone like Orien.
This was the price of burning one's Core of Existence.
The price of the extinction of one's soul.
The price of never entering the cycle of reincarnation.
