They were cirri formed by the extension of mental strength, but Link felt as if he could command them with ease. It was as if these cirri were his true limbs.
The translucent cirri were like steel whips; the frightening blast pressure almost broke the air!
Under the 100% buff of all attributes, Link's hands—which gripped his sword—weren't idle either. Power of death gathered on the sword blade.
It was [Death Judgment]!
At this moment, a jet-black aura lingered around Link. His robes flapped as if he was the god who controlled death, stepping out from the boundless underworld!
A huge phantom abruptly appeared from behind Link! This was a figure entirely shrouded beneath black robes. Once it appeared, it seemed like death itself. The universe had to tremble for it.
The black hood hid its face; only the big sickle in its hand gleamed with a startling glow!
As the sword blade danced, the sickle swung out toward the Dark Sage!