"I'm definitely going to butcher that thing."
Bologue sounded as if he were speaking to Aimou, yet also as if he were swearing an oath to himself. The next instant he swung Resentful Bite, flooding it with a vast tide of Ether that surged into the Void Shedding Sword Oil, evaporating it completely.
Blazing white arcs ran along the pitch‑black Blade, faint currents flickering without cease, temporarily gifting that black Blade with Extraordinary might.
This was Bologue's first time opening a rift from within a Curved Path; he had no idea what would happen next, but it was still better than staying put and waiting for death.
The arcing Blade cleaved down along the scar that was about to vanish. It should have chopped into nothingness and scythed through unimpeded, yet in reality it felt as though it had sunk into a block of invisible stone.
