A powerful surge of sword energy tore through the air, slicing past the edge of the Bridge of Souls and plunging into the River of Oblivion.
The seemingly endless River of Oblivion was split open, leaving a massive rift that stretched far into the distance.
Waves scattered to either side, gradually rising into towering swells.
The river, which had flowed for who knows how long, was now severed down the middle.
The sheer destructive force of that sword strike was terrifying.
The seven strings of the zither had snapped completely, swallowed by the sword energy. Supreme Emperor Verena watched as her soul began to fade away.
But as the blood-red hue in her eyes disappeared, the hatred in her gaze softened, becoming calm.
Looking at Timothy and Sylvia, who were playing the zither and piccolo together, a faint smile appeared on her lips.
