Bliss hovered over Kirin, his colossal sword poised to unleash a devastating strike. The power contained within his swing was nothing short of cataclysmic, yet its release was arrested by a sudden, blazing manifestation—a blade crafted from condensed flames.
The flame-wrought sword remained steadfast, wielded by none other than Roku, the unassuming, elderly guildmaster. Observers, were there any, would surely marvel at the incongruity of this sight.
How could a seemingly frail old man thwart the fearsome demon lord, and with a single-handed blade, no less? Even Bliss himself couldn't help but be momentarily taken aback by this bizarre turn of events.
