Advancing Path

Space trembled.

The explosive airwaves and sparks extended along with the magical beams, mercilessly turning everything in its path into ashes. The surging tide of destruction blasted ahead like a pair of invisible hands, ripping apart the wound that had barely recovered and exposing the bloody flesh within. The spiral, empty hole widened, while the azure pillar of light guided the way like a beacon. Meanwhile, Chaos sensed that something was amiss. They stacked up and swarmed toward the magical warships, attempting to destroy the existence that threatened them.

"Bunch of scums."

Standing quietly at the top of the magical warship and overlooking the mass of Chaos like a black cloud, Cassidy snorted. The young lady reached out her hands and grasped the hilt of the sword at her waist. Soon after, as a bright, golden glint flashed in her eyes, she pulled up the sword with both hands and slashed it diagonally downward.