"Alvara is mine," I said and raised Trinity Nihil summoning Wrath. "I won't let you touch her, Durathiel."
Durathiel's gaze remained locked onto me as silver particles began gathering in his palm.
Without hesitation, he released his sword.
The weapon tumbled down into the sea with a soft splash—only for the silver particles to coalesce in midair, reforming into a long, shimmering blade infused with the essence of Sloth.
The moment his fingers closed around the hilt—
-CRACK!
A shockwave tore through the air, accompanied by an eerie, ripping sound that sent a shiver down my spine.
That weapon… it was dangerous. Far more dangerous than his previous sword.
Durathiel's eyes narrowed. "You don't seem accustomed to wielding your Sin. Then allow me to teach you, Edward Falkrona."
He launched himself forward, vanishing in an instant.
The next second—he was right in front of me.
"Reflect."