One sword to pierce the heavens, one sword to sweep the mountains!
When Sylvia and Timothy's sword auras converged, the atmosphere shifted dramatically.
The sky of the Netherworld, which had been a dull, oppressive yellow, devoid of sunlight, now felt even more stifling and cold.
But at this moment, as a vast sword aura spread in all directions, it seemed as though even the sky itself had changed.
A faint, pale green light began to seep into half of the sky, seemingly formed by Sylvia's sword intent.
This sword aura was immense. The soft green glow not only illuminated half the sky but also radiated a chilling, merciless energy that spread outward.
Outside the gates of the Underworld Dynasty, the sky remained that same oppressive yellow.
Yet, despite the lack of clouds, the sky rumbled as if thunder was brewing within it.
