A man appeared.
In front of Gravis flew a middle-aged man with silver hair. His robes were black and white, and on his back, he carried a peculiar sword. It was over a meter long and slightly curved. It was thin, and it only had one edge. The last time Gravis saw a sword like this was in the lower world when he fought someone from the Fire Guild.
The sword radiated an incredible power of cutting, even more powerful than the cutting power of Storm. For a second, Gravis was confused. What could cut even better than the Element of Storm?
However, the more Gravis felt the aura of the sword, the more he felt familiarity.
'Space?' Gravis thought with confusion. 'Space can cut with such ferocity?'
The Spirit Sense of the new arrival extended, and he noticed Gravis and Siral. His eyes immediately fell on Siral, and he ignored Gravis.
"He is not your opponent," Gravis said.
The man looked at Gravis.
WHOOOOOM!
