The perception of time seemed infinitely elongated, transcending common understanding, filled with countless known and unknown trajectories barely discernible by reason.
In the chaotic turbulence of logic, the variations of the moves intertwined and transformed, constructing a surging geometric force field. The silk strings woven by the potential action logic line, every minute fluctuation, were the germination of a deadly strategy, harboring a result that could overturn victory or defeat.
Facing Olivia's densely vibrating sword, Leon moved with his gun, and Garner was already raised—
Glowing Cut, Heaven Break, Cloud Reverse.
Cutting Mist, Thunder Strike, Reversed Scale.
Moon Rise, Earth Scythe, Snake Staff.
The Nine-Direction Chaotic Strike Technique burst with dazzling light in the green eyes of the Golden Lion Queen.
A surprised thought flashed through Olivia's mind.
Valensis's "Peacock Blade"?
