Chapter 18 Fitran Vs Elbert (3)
Fitran's sword trembled—Excalibur. No longer gleaming with the pure elegance of yesteryear, it was now marred by cracks that glowed a blood-red, reflecting an anger long suppressed.
In the air, a circle of magic, shaped like a blood moon eclipse, began to form, pulsing subtly behind Fitran. An ancient symbol rotated slowly, resembling a seal of fate marked by wounds and suffering.
The surrounding air turned cold—but not just any cold. This was a penetrating chill that seeped into the bones, reminding anyone who felt it that they stood on the brink of death for something that could not be saved.
Fitran jumped high into the air, his body gleaming in a horrifying shade of deep red. Fresh blood still flowing from his wounds floated around him, merging with the glint of his sharp sword.
As he slashed, the entire battlefield was cloaked in red, as if the sky itself felt the surge of his rage.
This slash was not just about destruction... but also about binding every ounce of pain.
The enemies struck by his attack did not die immediately; instead, they would experience all the emotional and physical wounds that Fitran had endured, all within a single excruciating moment.
"Feel this... this is not just my power. It is also my suffering."
"Blood Eclipse Slash," Fitran uttered.
Crash! Crash! The sound of collapsing walls echoed throughout the space, as if the walls themselves were groaning in pain. Fitran was certain that Elbert was still alive, even though his attack should have been powerful enough to stop everything. Dust and debris swirled around, creating an atmosphere thick with tension and uncertainty.
"Hmm," Fitran murmured, gazing at the hole left by Elbert's body. Once again, he carefully heightened his sharp aura, bracing himself for the possibility of a counterattack from that mysterious opponent.