A Miracle?

"You are going down!" Arthur roared, his energy surging to its peak as his eight swords pulsed wildly with a blinding white glow. The pulsations grew faster, more violent, like a heartbeat racing toward its limit.

The air around him crackled and distorted under the sheer force of his Mist Essence, his attack ready to unleash devastation.

Max, on the other hand, was lost in his own world of focus. The momentum in his blade reached its peak, glowing with an otherworldly red and blue hue—an extension of his Fusion State, but far beyond anything he had achieved before.

The energy swirling around his blade radiated a pressure so intense it seemed to bend reality itself. Just one final step remained before he could fully execute the Drag Sword.

But Arthur wouldn't give him that chance.