Pherdanta was none the wiser.
The depth of her desire to rend was so absolute that she saw nothing else.
…But then, she suddenly felt her stifled intentions and burning resolve touch upon… great freedom.
Right then, she was no longer just an ant trying to do the impossible. Her resolve expanded, her bloodlust engorged, and most of all, her slashes deepened and multiplied.
And indeed, it only took a small breadth of ti for Boron to feel the haft of his halberd in his hand, but he did not expect the cataclysm that preceded that event.
KATAKATAKATAKATAKATAKARAKATAKATAKATAKARAKA!
Within the sky domain, Suzate pre-emptively cursed.
…
Slashes as long as Aigas was tall, as thin as strands of hair, and as dark as voids rained on the halberd near simultaneously.
…But they also befell a great chunk of Aigas, the depth of their power too much for the foundation of the world, not to ntion Suzate.
The skies were ripped like cloth, the waters within range of the halberd were cut up to the molecule and beyond, the air was erased, space was diminished, as were the Rules beneath, the Stagnant Space, and the cords of energy supplying Aigas with additional reinforcent.
The blaring noise that followed was fatal.
Pherdanta's Territory, tied to her resolve just as much as her slashes, lurched to drown her allies in its graceful bounds.
But even then, Kintar, the Stark Troops and everyone who had already been in Cogent Stark Order had their eardrums blown and their brains stunned.
Even Boron had to squint his eyes – a gesture that denoted his irritation.
But most of his displeasure was focused on the near billion slashes that ravaged everything in order to take a shot at his weapon before he could hold it.
It was a spectacle, but ultimately, it did not nothing to destroy his Treasure. After the attack died down – almost as quickly as it had co – the halberd was left starkly aglow. A baleful heat limned its shape, bending what remained of space around Boron.
The Deity held it in his grasp at last, enduring its heat, and looked at it closely.
His brows knitted together.
Four thin cracks lined his halberd, the longest of which was the length of half his finger.
What he thought of this would go unknown. Instead, the Deity turned to the creature who had caused the damage and said to his Generals:
At once, the six Generals rushed to do as he bid.
Boron scoffed, turned and charged towards the barrier splitting Aigas in two. As he neared, he saw a breach open up on it from which two individuals rushed forth, both cloaked in darkness.
Boron imdiately recognised one of them. She was the one who had cut him up, forcing him to leave his first vessel. But right now, he didn't care for her. She didn't care enough to shirk away from his presence either. She had a goal, just like him.
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