In the depths of the sword scar Valley, there was a forest of rocks. Sword intent that soared into the sky spread out, and the surrounding space was constantly rippling.
A red - Golden figure slowly descended from the sky. His wings were retracted, and his feet stepped on the ground, causing a few gravel to jump up.
At this point, the dumb Crow could no longer fly steadily. It had to land on the ground, gather its will power, and resist the impact of the increasingly powerful sword essence with all its heart.
It took one step, two steps, three steps, slowly but without stopping.
It left the giant rocks full of scratches behind.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, they bypassed a few huge rocks that blocked their way, and the eyes of the silly Crow lit up.
In the distance, something that was different from the giant rock finally appeared.
It was a huge stone sword.
