Under all the snowflakes flying in the frozen plains, the two brothers exchanged glances with each other as always under the familiar chilly air. Yet, the coldness was unable to calm down either side's heated emotions.
The afterimages of swords seemed to be slicing through time itself.
Blood and flesh flew mysteriously as the consciousness became mired in memories.
Imperceptibly, I seem to have made another step forward with my power level after successfully completing all four of my magic swords.
Previously, when I was fighting against Sophocles, I had taken advantage of my abilities which countered his in order to fight against a Main God, but now, according to ordinary people's standards, I had perhaps also achieved a Main God's power level.
"Guilty."
Law Sword Vengeance and Wumianzhe's shadowy figure floated in midair. Every time that the gavel landed, snowflakes were sent flying together with torn pieces of both our souls.
