Cid - Black Winds

When he speaks, his voice rumbles like it’s coming up from the depths of the abyss. “The wind…is weeping.”

Nobody knows what, exactly, that means.

However, his quote resonates in their hearts all the same.

They can feel the weight of the countless lives and deaths that rest within those words.

Suddenly, Akane feels a sharp breeze.

The ebony wind rushes over the Black Knight, obscuring him from sight.

Then, it whirls toward the beast horde, and flowers of blood blossom in its wake.

In the end, all that remain are beast corpses.

“What…just happened?”

“H-how is that possible?”

The people on the walls stand in shocked disbelief.

When the ebony wind blew past, it sliced each and every beast in two.

That was no passing breeze—it was magic, refined until it was as natural and flowing as actual wind. They can’t even begin to imagine how much training must have gone into perfecting that technique. It must have taken an eternity.

The Black Knight is gone.

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Volume 4, Chapter 6