Second Cloud's Fury

This sword was made of bones. Its length was a few kilometers to speak of. The bone sword appeared so intimidating and terrifying because of the crying echos coming from the bones.

This was Soulstice's ultimate system, the Sword of Hate.

In the past, many have been killed under the sharp of this sword. And most of them died with indignation. From all the years throughout his journey up to his becoming of a progenitor, more than a million was killed by his hands. The souls that he killed were devoured by the sword. That's why everyone could hear the wrath and hate of the souls crying.

Those younger ones on the spectator side felt their hairs standing. Just hearing the cries crept out the daylights of their sanity. This was the power of a progenitor. It was scary. It was terrifying.

"Amithaba." Second Cloud said, "You have gone the wrong path, friend. Thus, I am tasked to enlighten you and correct your path."