The Sword Drawn in Fury
Anna looked at Drift Sword being blasted through the sky like a broken kite, and her beautiful face froze in disbelief.
The sky above the shattered abyss trembled from the aftershock of the exchange.
A violent gale swept across the barren landscape, carrying dust, shattered stone, and fragments of broken cliffs into the air. The enormous handprint left behind by Leon's strike was still visible on a distant mountain range, stretching across the earth like the mark of an ancient god.
Even after witnessing it with her own eyes, Anna found it difficult to believe.
Her long pink hair fluttered behind her as she flew forward, her red-pink eyes fixed on the black-haired young man standing calmly in the distance.
Moments ago, Drift Sword had charged forward with absolute confidence.
Now he had been sent flying by a single palm strike.
The contrast was simply absurd.
