"ZNNNN"
The thunderous sunder echoed not from the blade cleaving the Voroe, but from something far more terrifying. The slash had manifested a few centimeters ahead of the shadowy creature—almost like space itself had been torn before contact was even made.
The Half-Step Legend of the Voroe, though seeing nothing in front of him, felt every cell in his body scream in panic. His instincts roared in horror.
But it was too late. He had committed the full force of his power to that deadly dash and was now unable to halt his momentum. His body carried forward unimpeded—straight into the invisible death that awaited him.
A split-second later, his form was severed in two, sliced cleanly by something unseen but lethally precise.
Gasps of horror and awe swept across the battlefield, from both the human and Voroe sides. To them, it appeared as though the shadowy Voroe had thrown himself into an invisible sword. And in a way, he had.
