Aestrea lowered his stance.
His fingers slid along the hilt of his blade, and for the first time since entering the chamber, the sword reacted by vibrating softly, as if it had been waiting for this exact moment.
Thin streams of cold air curled around him, pulling in the shadows, pulling in the frost, pulling in every fragment of power he had kept sealed until now.
The ground trembled.
His breathing stilled.
CLACK.
He took a single step forward, and yet...
The entire domain shivered like a dying star.
"Moonlit Ice Lotus Sword Art…"
Frost ran across the blade in an instant, coating it in a thin glassy sheet. His shadow twisted beneath him, turning into a long streak of shimmering white and black.
He raised the sword.
CRACKLE!
The space and time cracked in response.
『 Third Move! (✦ Moonlight's One Flash ✦) 』
He vanished from their sight.
B A A A A A A A M !!!
A single flash of pale moonlight ripped through the chamber like a collapsing star.
