CHAPTER 49

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In the eerie, desolate landscape, bathed in an unnatural bluish hue, Blur stood as the last line of defense before the towers of trees.

The gusty artificial wind whispered through the scene, lifting dead leaves from the ground and sending them twirling through the air like specters.

Everything was bathed in an eerie, spectral glow.

His gaze was unwavering, a bluish glow in his determined eyes.

The boy stood tall, an unlikely hero in the face of a monstrous adversary.

Above his head, five shimmering orbs of metallic substance floated, forming a perfect circle.

Each orb pulsated with a subtle, otherworldly hum, like the heartbeat of a godly entity. These orbs, he knew, were the key to his defense and, hopefully, his victory.

It was an unusual choice of weaponry, but in this surreal space, where concepts became weapons, it made a strange kind of sense.

The tension hung palpably in the air as Blur mentally braced himself to face the beast.