Aiming at the waterfall of holy power, darkness welled from Frey Starlight's blade.
With a sweep of his sword, he unleashed a colossal cleave that soared hundreds of meters, banking on shaking the waterfall apart.
Frey's full-force strike scattered the holy-aura waters in all directions, and the ground quaked violently.
The attack was overwhelming—neither Snow nor Aegon could have done any better.
An attack like that should've been enough not just to split the waterfall, but to obliterate it entirely…
Yet none of that came to pass. True, Dark Sister's blow sent turbulent ripples coursing across the surface of the waterfall of holy power, but it soon resumed its flow as if nothing had happened—swallowing Frey's starlight whole.
Stunned, Frey stared at his sword, then back at the falls in turn.
"I wasn't playing around here… did that thing actually block my strike?"
