"You should know who sent me to find you, right?"
The Green-eyed Wizard suddenly calmed down, spoke to Ronan as if trying to reconfirm something.
Ronan smiled, not answering, but instead raised the dual swords in his hands, crossing them.
It was like the most elegant and composed starter gesture of Court Swordsmanship.
Ronan swung his crossed swords diagonally towards the direction of the Green-eyed Wizard, uttering lightly, "Torrent."
In an instant, a myriad of mysterious and powerful energies burst forth from his body and swords.
Over two hundred pitch-black particles, resembling miniature black holes, materialized out of thin air.
The slowly swinging dual swords rose like the sluices of a dam in the sky, unleashing an indescribable, grand, and terrifying black torrent that surged forward!
