The final attack often became the most important one in a fight, especially between two strong opponents.
The fight between Goen and the Old Horn was no exception. Goen knew that the Old Horn's time was running out, so all he could do was put more power into his last strike and use both hands instead of one.
But the Old Horn just disappeared. He escaped using another artifact.
Perhaps if Goen had been prepared for this or if it had been a deadly battle, he would have been able to react, but not this time.
The white particles flew past his face as he slowly lowered his sword.
He looked around to make sure that the Old Horn was really gone. Goen could sense the aura of other beings at a great distance, but he did not see the Old Horn anywhere nearby.
"Huh..."
Goen smiled faintly.
"Hahahahahahahaha!"
Goen laughed out loud, unable to contain his emotions. His laughter shook the space like the roar of an ancient dragon or the footsteps of a giant.
