Amidst the monotonous sound of the rain, bursts of shattering noise echoed, resembling the tumultuous surface of boiling water. Countless light points struggled on the Ethereal Sword, eventually dissipating.
Kedening turned sideways, adopting a stance ready for battle. The short sword in his hand gleamed with a metallic finish, as if the surging destructive force just now was merely an illusion.
It was not an illusion.
The halberd fractured, the ground shattered—all actual sights in Bologue's eyes. The Ethereal Sword's power was astonishing, cutting everything with ease, as if nothing could block it. This forced Bologue to take it seriously.
Is this Kedening's Secret Energy?
Watching the raised short sword, Bologue questioned.
He was well aware that in this world, there were many things capable of achieving the effects of Secret Energy, like Alchemy Armament or Contract Objects.
Battles between Condensers were crafty and treacherous.
