The swords swung at breakneck speed, but paradoxically, they seemed to stand still. But that was how they merely appeared to the naked eye. The twin Divine Swords moved tens, no, hundreds of times in an instant, filling the space with their swift cuts.0

These slashes of the Divine Swords did not simply vanish after the motion. The flames emitted by the Divine Swords gave these slashes a distinct form. Therefore, they couldn’t simply be avoided. Unless the slashes were smashed apart, the flames would only spread and grow.0

Thus, Destruction was compelled to use the Moonlight Sword. Imbued with dark power, the Moonlight Sword emitted a pale and ominous light. The sword-light of Destruction was something familiar to Eugene. Eugene had experienced many defeats throughout his life, and most of them had been at the hands of Vermouth. Each loss prompted Eugene, or rather Hamel, to reflect on why he had been defeated.0

He pondered how Vermouth had defeated him and how sharp and graceful Vermouth’s sword technique was. He thought about the precise moment he lost the pace of the battle that led to his defeat.0

He remembered it all. Over and over, he had visualized these battles in his mind. More recently, he had experienced them firsthand. The specter he fought in Hauria had wielded Vermouth’s sword techniques after adopting Vermouth’s memories.0

The onslaught of attacks did not cease. Eugene held his breath and poured all his...0