WHOOOOOOOOOOSH-!
Tearing through the wind, a silhouette clad in black zapped through, as if he had warped through space—a glance was all it took for him to determine his next course of actions and he once again took a step forward, with a bright full moon shimmering behind in all its glory.
Arriving over the pool of blood, his chilling gaze peered at the figure seen seated amidst of it, cultivating.
Right as it felt as if he was about to make a against the figure beneath,
CHILL....
"Infinite Descent" A voice from beyond every comprehensible dimension whispered in his mind and he found himself abruptly lost in the infinite nothingness, without the sense of touch, smell, vision, hearing, and taste.
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Ren—oblivious to everything, continued to comprehend the law of sword but unbeknownst to him, the comprehension rate was anything dragon-ly(?) possible, nor was the phenomenon something none, including Miorus itself, had witnessed before.
