Snow roared, striking without hesitation.
For the first time in history… a human had laid eyes on the Cosmos' true form.
In stark contrast to its towering, monstrous shell, the real Cosmos was eerily human-like—barely two meters tall, with a twisted frame and unnaturally long limbs.
It looked… almost ordinary.
Its long hair fell over its face, but Snow could still make out the raw fear carved into its features.
The Cosmos instantly tried to flee, its body flaring with chaotic aura in an attempt to drive him back.
But Snow dodged with ease, coating his blade in the last reserves of his aura.
"One-Sword Style: Supreme art…"
Concentrating every element and every scrap of his strength, Snow's body vanished for a heartbeat, and time itself seemed to halt.
When he reappeared, he was already behind the Cosmos.
For an instant, it seemed as though he hadn't done anything ..
And the Cosmos believed that lie.
