Silva looked forward, and the monster was already headed his way again. He smiled, gripped the Abyssal Blade with both hands, and looked ahead. "Are you ready to take it down?" he asked.
"Have been for the longest time," the blade replied.
Silva pulled back as flames wrapped around the sword, twisting and coiling. His gaze was locked on the monster. He launched forward, thrusting the blade, it ripped through the dimension, leaving small dimensional tears.
In that one blade alone was a power that could dissipate a mountain instantly, destroy a massive country, and ruin a continent. Yet that monster came to face it head-on, fist versus sword.
They collided, sound vanished, color seemed to fade as well in that instant. BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The explosion came seconds later, and what it left was a devastating wake. The air was ripped apart, the temperature of the sky rose rapidly, and dimensional tears formed everywhere.
