Reborn Flames, a writer, who's known for his shitty novel, ‘The world of trials’, found himself stuck in his prologue. Not a writer’s block. Actual stuck as in real life stuck in his novel. Everything seem to go well yesterday, he was offered an adaptation for his novel, and a big interview was arranged by his company. But when he opened his eyes, he awaken to see a white room, and he mistakes reality for some sort of dream
The "Sacred Laceration!!!"
"Impending Shatter!!!"
The stormy skies are consumed by this violent surge of raw power emanating from these individuals afloat. Slashes that could sever mountain ranges with the sloppiest of hands with not much exertion of force. Rivaling these cuts was a blunt force capable of flattening the unevenness of the topography of the world
"Featherweight drive!" Uriel began to unveil her cards as the weight of her mace grew light the acceleration permitted her to strike
"Angelic smite!!!" The weight of her mace returns and as her weapon closes near her foe, Morris is left with nowhere else to run