"The battle still rages on! Mr. Dark has already gained the upper hand, and now Angel Raphael is down to his last weapon. Is he finally going to be defeated?"
Mr. Delusion's commentary continued, though Lyle could not see how Mr. Dark, with three swords stuck in his body, could possibly be at an advantage. Regardless, the outcome was about to be decided.
That final Holy Sword floated behind Raphael, slender and decorated with gold and gemstones, glittering brilliantly. It didn't look like a sword so much as a piece of art. The three swords in front, although aesthetically pleasing, still exuded the sharpness of sword blades—those were weapons that had tasted blood. But this one was different, radiating an aura of light and warmth, like a beautifully crafted charm floating in mid-air. If the other three swords were likened to tall knights charging across battlefields, then this one was akin to a handsome young man playing the Lute on the city walls.
