The Pinnacle of Moon Edge Style
Once again, no one was able to see Victor draw his sword.
The movement had been so fast that even the sharpest eyes present could not catch the moment the blade left its sheath.
There was only the faintest flash of silver.
Then Fean's body had been divided.
One cut.
Then another.
Then another.
The wounds were so clean that for a brief moment, the pieces of Fean's body remained in place, as though his flesh had forgotten that it had already been separated.
The cave became strangely quiet.
Dust floated through the air.
Small pieces of stone continued to fall from the damaged ceiling, but nobody paid attention to them.
Evelyne stared at Fean.
Her breathing had become shallow.
She had witnessed Eddy's attack, but even after seeing the result, she still couldn't understand how he had accomplished it.
He hadn't appeared to move.
He hadn't seemed to draw his sword.
Yet Fean had been cut apart.
