And then, for the two thirds of the sky, there is a golden and purplish clouds with white aura swirling around each of these clouds.
And then between them is a large deep rift. The purplish clouds are trying to devour the bluish clouds but it could not pass that dep rift
Jean suddenly avert his gaze from that rift.
His eyes are bleeding.
'Shit. It is worse than looking at the sun' if one could see his eyeball right now, it has shriveled like a rotten grape.
He wipes the area of his eyes with his hand and his eyes returns back to normal.
'Sword Intent' he mutters to himself.
He was shocked. That deep rift, that chasm that seems to lead toward the Void is shrouded with Sword Intent
And he could only think of one person that could create such a deep rift. This rift is a dimensional tear and with one look, he could tell that it is a sword attack
