Movements that went beyond freely and actively using his muscles, and joints that swayed smoothly like rivers—Miguel was in a state of euphoric sensation as he relished the familiarity of using his body again.
Just as he was dashing forward bravely across the unstable desolate land, unafraid of the mysterious figure who stood before him, the figure also began brandishing his own sword.
Sacred light particles began condensing at his right palms, it began taking shape...
From his divine authority came out a sword!
The light particle that was condensed became a longsword.
"Damn you! This is a scam! You are cheating!" Miguel called out.
How can he fight against someone who had a sacred weapon at his disposal? Would his ordinary Kris-sword be able to contend against such a sword?
"At ease, abominable kind. That sword you are holding also came from me. Naturally, it would be able to defend against my sword."
