I dodge a sword strike as my arm regenerates, realizing that without my divine weapon the disadvantage will be immense — Elysia's sword is strong, far stronger than I expected, and it cuts through my Mana armor as easily as if it were a thin film of paper.
So I turn the [Mercurial Hunter] into a large blade to match my ten-meter size. Elysia looks so small compared to me, but that's not something I can underestimate.
Our blades collide, generating a wave of magic so intense that the "environment" cracks around them, releasing bolts of pure black and pure white while the light hitting my eyes stings a little.
'The sky element?' I don't know. I've never seen the element that makes up those white bolts, but everything the white bolts touch disintegrates into dust instantly.
