He slashed his sword downward, and a deadly arc flashed out, leaving trails of red lightning in its wake.
Already, the golden dragon was being besieged by thousands of spears and a sea of swords fashioned from sword aura and augmented by sword intent. So when the sword arc closed in on it, it had little to no time to react.
So the sword attack landed on its body, cutting a deep wound into it.
But Kent had only begun.
He moved, and before long, hundreds of sword arcs appeared, each finding its mark on the golden dragon's body. The air had turned into a canvas, sword arcs painting beautiful images on it.
On the ground, the Master of Purgatory continued to smile as he watched this.
Vexthra and her sisters were the same. The only one with a frown was Ainna, who hoped Kent would get trashed some more. Now, he seemed to have found his groove.
He kept switching between Chaos, Faceless, and Jest.
