Sword of Love glared at Phantom of Avery Snow.
His mind was locked onto the formidable enemy before him.
His focus was waning as he struggled to counter the attacks.
His vision was somewhat blurred. Indeed, it had become blurry.
The only thing clearly visible to him was Phantom of Avery Snow.
He concentrated everything he had left within him on a single goal.
He executed Blade Slash.
He needed to carve a path to victory.
His ears were ringing now.
He couldn't hear anything clearly.
The music from Musical Cube played by No One was just noise in his ears.
"Wind and frost do not dampen the spirit of a hero."
"Storms will not stop me from charging forward."
Tightly.
The two swords in his hands were gripped firmly.
No longer loose like before.
Sword of Love lowered himself.
His legs stretched out.
A stance as if preparing to launch forward.
