As the villagers watched in awe and disbelief, Chiron, the unimportant young lad they knew as Igbi whom they had always looked down upon, stood with his sword raised high, its blade now gleaming under the stark light of the sun.
A sudden hush fell over the crowd of villagers that had managed to survive this ordeal as a potent wave of aura energy rippled through the air, enveloping them like a sharp, electrifying breeze.
Every soul present could feel the raw power emanating from the sword, a force that seemed to vibrate through their very bones, leaving them both exhilarated and terrified.
In that moment of eerie stillness, the world seemed frozen in time, as if nature itself held its breath. Even the Blue-cored mountain lion, once a fearsome creature, lay severed in two, its muscular body that had caused chaos and destruction, sliced apart by Igbi's swift and precise strikes.
The beast's eyes, wide with shock, reflected the horror of its sudden demise.
