Seven-colored lightning flashed beneath his feet, the Saint Origin Sword Art rose again, and the Emotion Severing Path flowed through his blade, while the remaining void rings closed in on Westora from every side.
Westora exploded with power. The phantom behind him rose from its throne as the Three Origin Sovereign State reached its peak and he tried to break everything in one eruption. Golden light flooded the battlefield, and several void rings cracked under that terrifying burst.
Max came through the storm anyway, his eyes cold and completely focused. "This ends here."
Dragonheart fell.
The sword art, the severing path, the lightning force, and the restriction of the void rings all converged into that single strike.
Westora raised both arms and met it with everything he had left.
For one breath, the entire arena seemed to freeze.
Then the golden light shattered.
