"A falling star has brought the chaos. The throne of fate has lost its master. The nonbeliever who walks in light and darkness will make his debut." In this magic world, knowledge is power.
The long sword looked ordinary, radiating a soft but determined glow. As the silver-purple in Natasha's eyes became pure crystal-clear, two illusory splits that looks as though they could split the world apart suddenly appeared on the blade. In a mere second, the sword had reached Congus' head.
The vital part of a lich was not its heart and neck. Only by damaging the head, where the soul resided, could one effectively injure a lich.
Under the weight of the "Pale Justice", streaks of transparent cracks appeared in the boring mix of black, white and grey. Two needle-like red spots were revealed underneath.
Puff… It sounded like the sword just hacked onto a piece of rotten wood. All the emergency defense spells were rendered invalid by the power of the mysterious existence in the World of Souls.
"Ah!!!" A bitter and piercing shriek burst out.
And Natasha was directly blown away by the power. Blood came out from her eyes, nose, and mouth.