With a swift, decisive motion, Azrael executed a seemingly simple slash.
At first glance, the attack appeared unremarkable, devoid of any noticeable energy or flair.
However, this simplicity was deceptive. The sword cut through the very fabric of reality, plunging into a realm of absolute nothingness.
Nothingness, by its nature, possesses no form, shape, or intent. It is the absence of matter, energy, and the fundamental laws that govern motion, distance, and friction. When a sword travels through such an abstract concept, it is unhindered by conventional constraints. The result is an inconceivably high speed, beyond the comprehension of ordinary beings.
The impact was instantaneous and overwhelming.
Bang!
Aragon was hurled through the air, propelled a staggering hundred meters backward before finally coming to a stop. His face turned pale, and his aura, once vibrant and potent, was now significantly weakened.
