Tyler's sword swings got faster and faster, giving Hewitt no chance to escape his attack range, he could only repeatedly withstand the impact of the light blade.
Blue light and bitter cold itself were bursting from the dagger's shattered parts.
"I swear by my sword, I will be undefeated."
Tyler yelled with a sword oath. In the past, their warriors would pray to the Gods by giving an oath to their swords before setting off for a battle, carving Tyler's runes, making them victorious in all their battles.
Now he swore to himself.
In doing so, he became victorious.
Crack.
Finally, the dagger cracked, releasing the snowstorm that engulfed the entire Furse City. The sky was also filled with gloomy dark clouds, blocking out the sun.
Tyler's sword cut across Hewitt's left shoulder, and as the icy-blue blood gushed out, the molecules' static state spread out as the blood evaporated.
