What V had done before had broken the encirclement.
It allowed humanity to breathe.
But what Abraham had done ..
was on an entirely different level.
A sword the size of a continent—
its light reaching even Snow in space.
Its radiance purified all darkness ...
annihilating demons,
reducing them to fragments of black and red dust scattered into the air.
The enemy had numbered in the millions—
many times greater than humanity.
Yet ... with a single strike ...
that advantage vanished.
The explosion deafened ears.
Many humans lost their hearing from its sheer force.
Others were blinded by the brilliance of the blade.
But losing sight and sound—
was a small price to pay compared to losing their lives.
In space, Snow remained silent.
Unmoving.
The scale of Abraham's attack had left him stunned.
From above—
he saw it clearly.
"The Ultras Continent… has been split in two…"
A single strike.
A continent divided.
More than eighty percent of the enemy ...
