The moment Rika entered the formation, the battlefield erupted into chaos. Crimson blades descended from every direction, moving so fast that they became streaks of red light.
Sagiri vanished from the spot where he had been standing a heartbeat earlier. The stone exploded beneath him as multiple weapons struck the ground. He reappeared several paces away only to immediately twist sideways as Rika's black blade swept past his throat.
The edge missed him by less than an inch.
A cold sensation crawled down his spine. He did not need the Archive to tell him that allowing that weapon to touch him would be a mistake. Something about it felt wrong. The weapon felt familiar but twisted now. Dangerously so, as though the blade itself hungered for him.
