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Crack—
The splendid sword snapped with a crisp sound, and half of the broken blade sprayed into a crevice nearby.
Aber propped himself up with the remaining half of the broken sword, struggled to his feet, and looked towards Wright, who was in tatters from his elegant military uniform and had almost simultaneously risen.
The buildings around had all turned to ruins, and even the sturdy concrete roads had become undulating rubble.
Their gazes met, but this time neither of them immediately made a move.
Both men were at their limits, and with the next move, their fates would be sealed.
Just at that moment, the bright light suddenly dimmed as dark clouds shrouded the sky, and a massive pressure descended from the firmament.
"Evil God?!"
Wright was stunned. He struggled to turn his head to look up at the sky.
Above the mining consortium's building, a huge dark vortex was slowly forming amidst the spreading dark clouds.
