Silverleaf Academy (LVIII)

"H-he just… one-handed her—"

Maria's voice trembled out the words as her lips parted in disbelief. Her eyes stayed wide, stuck on the spot where the Executor had once stood.

The others also looked at him with countless shocked gazes, but Aestrea didn't look at them, not at all.

His gaze remained locked on the sky, more specifically on the divine symbol that was still flickering, barely holding.

His fingers twitched slightly.

And then—

He raised his hand slowly, an ice sword forming on it.

And in that moment, the sigils engraved across his body blazed to life, like constellations awakening on his skin, golden and white and burning.

A sudden gust exploded outward—no...

A storm, a shockwave that bent reality itself. Swords of air and shadow carved through the courtyard like wild spirits, dancing and howling in reverence.

His lips parted.

"Moonlit Ice Lotus Sword Art..."

Swing!