Chapter 212
The winds screamed with a surge of killing intent.
Kael's crimson aura surged again as his muscles coiled, and a low murmur escaped his lips.
"0th Form: 空間裂き (Kūkan Saki) – Spatial Rip."
His black sword shimmered unnaturally, and as he swung it in a horizontal arc, the air in front of the blade shattered. A deep distortion rippled through space itself, like glass being cracked by an invisible force.
VHHHRMMMMMM—
The cut itself wasn't aimed directly at the bandits—it aimed through them, beyond them, tearing through dimensions.
The reality seemed to be buckled.
The moment the attack collided with the combined approach of the four—Gorro's storm fists, Marn's ground-splitting charge, Jax's spinning hook laced with flame, and Verno's kinetic energy barrage—a shockwave tore through the battlefield.
BOOOOMMMMM!!!
Space around them imploded. The intersection of Kael's spatial cut and their power turned into a vortex. A spiraling rift opened in mid-air, distorting light, and pulling in debris, rubble, and even bodies.
Buildings crumbled like paper as walls shattered, windows burst, and rooftops were yanked into the swirling air. A nearby tavern, long claimed by bandits, was pulled into the vortex mid-collapse.
Thugs inside screamed as the shockwaves hit them like blades. Combined with spatial rip from Kael the attack just directly exploded carrying sharp power.