The remaining mages and hunters were terrified; their faces pale from fear. Some were sweating profusely, and some were praying for their lives.
They had already given their hopes and faith in their survival to Elder Shelton from the Paul family. They had hoped he would emerge victorious, but now even he was dead.
Aizel approached them with the same blank expression on his face.
"I should get rid of them all at once; I need to save mental energy for any problems ahead." He thought.
He summoned Sekki, and the pure black double-edged sword finally made its appearance. He observed every hunter and mage and imagined a small knock-up wind under their feet.
All of the hunters and mages were thrown into the air. As they hurriedly tried to cast a spell to save themselves, lightning-sharp crescent slashes came flying right at them, splitting everyone in half.
*Thud* *Thud* *Thud*
