"WAIT—WAIT A MINUTE!" I scream, my voice cracking as my brain claws to keep up with the sheer lunacy shredding the world before me. "ISN'T THIS JUST DI VENTARIA SWORD STYLE… BUT DOUBLE?!"
"NYAHAHAHA! FUCK YES!" Princess Felicia roars, her laugh a jagged, feral explosion. Her eyes blaze—twin infernos of madness, sharp as shattered glass, wild as a storm breaking free. She spins. She slashes. She thrusts. She cuts. She tears through the horde like a living tempest, a whirlwind of steel and bloodlust given flesh.
And through our shared eyes, I watch in awe and terror, as the carnage unfold.
If the Di Ventaria Sword Waltz was a graceful dance of silk and steel, this Chaos Tempest is a meat grinder's anthem! The movements, the techniques, the slashes and the power that fueling these things are all raw, unhinged, a symphony of destruction so vicious it's beautiful.
