Julius' right arm twitched as the crystal-white Sword Calamity prepared an attack of unparalleled prowess.
A blade art.
The reason why the blade hadn't fallen ever after the unforeseen rise of magic.
Julius knew that Azonold was speaking to him in some way or form. He wanted him to use his right arm to clash with the Sword Calamity's attack.
Julius breathed in cautiously.
He could feel pain building up within his chest but he just had to grit his teeth.
"Violet World."
He looked down into his right hand. It felt hot and sweaty.
A vibrant and blinding sphere of pure violet grew before it began slowly pulsing. It was roughly the size of a tennis ball.
He could feel that it wanted to be free.
For a fixed moment, his eyes were stuck to its magnificence.
The sound of angels crying woke him from his hypnotized stupor.
