The flying knives and nails, as if possessing a life of their own, dodged the oncoming Keyblade and plunged into the water. As soon as they touched the surface, they multiplied tenfold, each dancing along its unique trajectory, relentlessly lunging towards Belle.
Some sank into the ground, some aimed for vital points, and others slithered in eerie paths, blocking the Inquisitor's escape route from behind.
The most terrifying of all was an abnormal vibration carried through the air.
It was the same low-frequency vibration that had just broken open the ice layer; the moment it contacted any substance, be it ice, flesh, or anything else, merely a glancing touch would cause the destruction of intermolecular bonds and annihilate it.
Within this flawless web of sharp blades, the Wings of Light behind Belle started flapping and her movement direction was surprisingly towards the man in black robes.
