Deep down, the unease made Recill instinctively want to retreat, but at that moment of distraction, the blade had already landed on him.
Nut felt like time had slowed down; for the first time, she clearly experienced the state of wielding her blade, accompanied by the surge of blood and the rhythm of her heartbeat. The edge sliced through the "gaps" in the air like flowing water, and she could even sense the faint touch of dust colliding with the blade.
In the next instant, the twin blades ferociously slashed at the intensely oppressive figure.
The slashes met no resistance; the twin blades seemed to resonate with her will, slicing with precision and finesse. Yet the fury inside her chest kept pushing her, forcing her strikes to become even swifter, fiercer, and more ferocious!
