Green Shadow Entertainment City.
The square.
An atmosphere of oppression.
Mozang leaped forward in a few strides and his longsword swept down, attempting to cut through the special rope binding Becky...
Clang—
Sparks flew.
The special rope remained intact.
Mozang: "..."
He infused Source Power into his longsword, and a faint glow emanated from the blade.
Swish!
Silver light from the sword fell.
Mozang felt numbness in his hand.
On closer inspection,
Oh,
there was an effect, a white mark had been left on the special rope.
Clear and visible... not at all!
The accompanying dozen Awakeners, some were counting the cracks on the ground, others were looking up at the sky... ah, the haze was too heavy to see any stars.
Mozang felt like he was losing face.
The aura of the twelfth layer of Awakening burst forth completely, Source Power circulated, and he delivered a "Crescent Slash" from above.
