The sharp and massive greatsword descended from the heavens, poised to cleave the two tiny humans, drenched in blood and bound together, in half.
The glinting blade was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, snatching the lives of those on the brink of death.
The cold blade pressed down, inch by inch, until the sharp gleam reached the chest of the diminutive figures.
It seemed that in the next second, fresh red blood would gush forth like water from a spring.
All those around were watching this moment.
However, that final scene never arrived.
Twin flaming swords stopped the sharp blade, and the young man lying in the air opened his weary eyes.
A radiant red light flickered deep within his pupils, passing in a flash.
The flying machine that had been spewing flames suddenly extinguished its fire.
