The arrow streaked across the skies as though it could split reality in two. Despite the fact an attack, devastating in its own right, was coming from Leonel's spear didn't seem to change anything at all… because all one could seem to focus on was that spiraling arrow.
The world was divided into four, the split prongs of the arrow rotating and leaving complete wave-like patterns across the ground and within the clouds above.
Everything in its path was shredded apart, and when it had only made it halfway to its destination, Leonel's spear suddenly met Amery's swords.
That pair of Life Grade swords shuddered, their bodies losing a great amount of shine as their owner was sent flying backward, digging a deep trench into the ground that embedded him like an etching upon a stone wall.
Amery couldn't move. His body was shaking involuntarily, his hands barely strong enough to hold onto his swords.
