The Sword of the Sun burst into intense radiance, its flames so scorching that even the golden blade turned white.
Clad in thick White Bone Armor, Rams was caught off guard by Roger's cunningly angled strike, which sliced through a gap in the armor.
Roger's own strength, combined with the full burst of the Sword of the Sun, while not as strong as when he wielded the Cursed Sword, made him extremely powerful among those of the Third Tier.
Caught completely unawares, by the time Rams reacted, half of his arm had already been severed.
With a roar of rage, his robust body tried to force its way out of the void, but just then, the Space Gate he had partially destroyed shrank violently inwards.
Rams could only watch as his arm was chopped off by Roger, his weapon falling to the ground with it.
"What's going on? The Space Gate was clearly open!"
He roared in frustration.
"My arm, my weapon!"
"Haha, Rams, you fool!"