Eye's Soul

The wall of shadows stood intimidately, casting a dark and ominous aura across the strange world.

At that moment, a loud explosion sounded from the ground below. It sounded like a massive earthquake had struck, causing the ground to shake violently.

In the location of the sound, a golden figure and a black-haired young man stood separated.

One had his arm extended with his hand clenched into a fist. It looked like he had just thrown a powerful punch.

The other one was in a slashing stance, as if he had just finished slashing and was now waiting for the result of his attack.

At that moment, a gentle crack sounded, and the red-bladed swords in Ambrose's hands cracked and eventually shattered like fragile glass.

"Ugh…" He slowly fell to his knees, as he was too tired to move anymore. 'D-did I lose?'

He slowly lifted his gaze to Mars, who stood silently, and then he reeled back in his extended arm and stood still like a statue.