The quasi–World Relic Gilded Sanctum Blade slammed down upon the land of Sablecliff.
A colossal abyss split open, spreading outward like shattering ice.
Sword light formed from the laws of imperial authority swept across the heavens like a storm—each ray a beam of world-ending destruction, raining densely over the entirety of Sablecliff.
Space in all directions fractured with countless massive cracks. Under such extreme power, even primal matter was continuously annihilated.
The more than forty Divine Radiants standing behind Aurek felt their scalps go numb.
Sword in hand, Aurek was just about to step into the cleaved abyss—
When suddenly, a white flag rose up from its depths.
A skeleton clad in heavy ceremonial robes, wearing a crown of bone, cautiously poked his head out, trembling as he held the white flag high.
Aurek's brows knit slightly.
The imperial legions closing in, as well as Lord of Sacred Light and the others, were all taken aback.
