Cid - Atomic Sword

However, they can tell from the way the air curls around the Black Knight that it’s going to defy belief.

Nobody so much as twitches.

The only thing moving is the air.

Light—fathomless specks of light—gather around the Black Knight’s sword as he continues holding it level with the ground.

The light then swirls, spiraling in a bluish-purple glow as it converges at the blade’s tip.

A new bluish-purple sword extends forth.

It stretches across the ground, all the way to the horizon.

It seems to practically go on forever.

The Black Knight stoops low and draws the sword back.

His voice rumbles like it’s coming from the depths of the abyss as it echoes all through the area.

“I AM…”

A tremendous amount of mana gathers on the blade—

“…ATOMIC SWORD.”

—and the blade cleaves forth.

A flash of light bisects the night, shredding through all who stand within it.

In its wake, a bluish-purple afterglow drifts by and illuminates everything the sword sliced through.

Everything as far as the eye can see lies slain.

All of it—beasts, trees, and buildings alike—now has a perfect horizonal line cut through it.

“This isn’t possible… It shouldn’t be possible…”

It’s like God himself has come and divided the world into tops and bottoms. The onlooking knights are completely overwhelmed at the unbelievable gravity of what they’ve just witnessed.

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Volume 4, Epilogue