Azief casually waves the sword in his hand.
The seas of blood had dried up and the sixth steps is now barren.
But as Azief waves that sword, the sword on his hand scattered like flower petal, unleashing the power and killing intent that used to belong to that seas of blood.
The sword move is very beautiful, like blossom flowers falling into the ground as Fall come nears. But that simple wave created a powerful and terrifying aura
'It is beautiful' Azief thought.
Like the fleetingness of life, for a brief moment, there is that feeling when he waved that casual sword move
He had seen his Law Body performing this move before in his memory. But seeing it and doing it is two different things.
Azief felt that the energy of his Ancient Demonic energy was cut in halve the moment he casually waves that sword.
Yet, the faith in his sword strike could not be broken.