~WHOOSH!~
The vertical strike was smooth and straightforward.
It was bound to slice through his opponent from head to toe; shattering his skull and rending every organ he had inside.
It would be like a hot knife running through butter!
The attack descended.
Then—
~CLANG!~
As soon as the blood sword reached the Dragon's head, a loud noise filled the room.
… Almost as if the blade had hit an unbreakable wall.
Phobio took a few steps back in recoil as his brain tried to process the whole thing.
'H-huh…? What just happe—?!'
Before he could complete his line of thoughts, the blade that he now held in his trembling hand shattered before his very eyes and scattered about like glass.
'What?!'
The glass-like components of the blade turned into blood and soon returned to the orb that hovered beside Phobio.
As long as he was still alive, and there was still blood, it would gather around him.
