This is a curse, an incredibly malignant curse, an unending curse.
In the darkness, the Yega Grand Theater has become an ancient dueling ground, where monsters drift in its dimness, clashing and battling, unleashing pent-up hatred and fury in this moment, burning everything away.
The wandering candlelight outlines rapidly moving figures, and to the average eye, their forms are unrecognizable, resembling the thunderous sound of swords that follows them like galloping lightning, never pausing for a moment.
Impact, separation, gathering strength, crashing together again, sword blades crossing.
Two pairs of blazing white eyes gaze at each other, letting out deafening roars that collide, and now the battle between them no longer involves any skill — it is merely pure brutality, venting pure anger.
