Denaturing Sharpness

"There is a difference between us of absolute strength," said Sier as he raised his hand toward the sky. "You might be the creator, but even the creator consists of flesh and blood. Therefore, our plans shall go unhindered as long as I kill you before you grow stronger."

"That was the plan all along, has it not been?" Arthur forced a smile as he stared at the countless monsters forming out of Sier's mana. Of course, he knew it was an illusion, but it was hard to pretend like it was not. After all, he had suffered from their attacks earlier.

"What is the plan now, Arthur?" said Sier as his monsters were birthed one after the other. "I know your fake identity and where I can find your family. How does it feel to see your life turn into a living hell?"