The wind stopped blowing as the light created a vacuum of calm. The light that couldn’t be recognized by the eyes of mortals, the light of the Godking Nuada, spread across the world.

But the brilliant light eventually subsided. The sky that had been too bright to look at recovered its color. Claimhb Solais had already lost the shape of the sun and returned to Nuada’s grasp.

[... This.]

Nuada looked down at the thing penetrating him.

[Manannán mac Lir’s god sword, Fragarach.]

As the sun set on its enemy, the sword had slipped through the glare and lodged itself in Nuada’s heart. It was a blue-black short sword, similar to a dagger. It couldn’t be blocked by any armor or shield, and never missed when it was thrown. It was a sacred sword that the elf king in the past had been reluctant to part with, despite the many treasures he had.

It could be used to attack, but its true value lay in counterattacks.

[Sigh, was I too hasty?]

Fragarach was a famous sword, but Nuada was also a godking. He wasn’t an opponent that could be defeated with one god-weapon. In this case, he had made a single mistake.

Fragarach was a weapon that absorbed the power of the opponent’s attack and returned it with interest. The extra strength on top of Claimhb Solais’ might wasn’t something the summoned Nuada could endure. The battle’s conclusion had been decided...