The space around Davis and the Celestial Transcendent came to an abrupt stop as it became heavy.
The Realm Severing Sword didn't glow or embody any elemental energy. It immaculately descended at a sluggish speed, yet it had never felt so fast in Davis's eyes. Before he could think, his body was already trying to dodge as the chaos energy raced down towards him on the edge of the sword tip as it came down, peeling the reality apart.
But the world refused to let him move as though he were bound by chains.
Space had locked him in a rigid layer, chaotic pressure clamping down on him like a vise, the more he tried to move.
All he could do was raise his scythe.
Davis felt the terrifying realization that he was going to get cut down.
*Rrrip!~*
The rusted sword passed clean through the curved blade of the scythe manifestation, head and torso.
A white line stretched across his body, along with the spatial layer being cut off.
