Amery's expression became dignified, his heart turning as cold as steel. He took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. He couldn't see anything in this world of gold, but he didn't need to. His Cosmos had become his eyes, his sword his heart, there was nothing that they couldn't be guided to.
In this state of tranquility, Amery seemed to break through once again.
His swords swayed to his sides, pointing at the ground at an angle. His chest was entirely open to attack, but his breath was unhurried.
Suddenly, when Leonel's spear strike was upon him, his eyes flashed open, a blinding light of radiance coming from them.
Meeting Leonel's amethyst, pearly-like eyes, one of his one became a dense black pearl and the other a magenta one. He looked toward the world with this sword of dichotomy, a silence of the ages falling.
And then, there was a howl. His swords seemed to come to life, his Sword Domain Ring shaking fiercely.
