Accompanied by the gradually dissipating thunder, Ed's figure emerged in the desolate ruins, strong winds swept over, kicking up dust, engulfing the two of them, vision falling into a haze of yellow.
Roger smiled as he faced forward, rough grains striking his face, bringing a mild sting, followed by a sharp sword clanging on the other end of the sandstorm.
The sound was as high-pitched as, like the lightning cutting through the clouds.
The sword momentum drew up a storm, slashing through the dust, in the blankness, Ed's gaze was like a torch, rushing forwards.
His speed was so fast that the ground shattered beneath his feet, covered in fine cracks.
Metal clashed, emitting a piercing sound, the blade in Ed's hand shattered, and with it, the armor covering Roger's body also broke apart.
