He swung his sword in an overhead chop, where the blood-colored twilight and the snowy night converged, clashing the Blood-Colored Greatsword with the Silver Two-Handed Greatsword in the air, splattering blood and silver light as time seemed to stand still at that moment.
The [Maze Candle] burnt out in an instant, the second relic of the night destroyed by Shard's hand. Simultaneously, the profound night sky faded away, the monster howled skyward, and as the blood-colored dusk gradually disappeared, its form shrank but it was not yet dead.
Retreating two steps back, he used the Blood-Colored Greatsword to support his body, and the look of wisdom in his eyes unexpectedly surged up again:
"Impossible, who exactly are you? The moon, oh, the moon! Such pure moonlight..."
