There was no sound. No shock, either. In fact, there wasn’t even the sensation of having cut through something. There was only the light and heat pouring from Brave’s blade that swept forward.0

After a few seconds, the searing light that burned at his eyelids began to fade, and Leon cautiously opened his eyes. The flow of power into his hands had stopped, and even the sword itself felt lighter.0

“Ah…!”0

When his blurred vision cleared, Leon saw the crater his strike had left behind. The ground had been vaporized into a perfect sphere as if a sun had fallen there.0

Brave’s radiance had cut away only the dimensional gate connected to the Mirror Canyon, releasing no heat or shock beyond that range. His concern over collapsing the tunnel had guided the sword’s power.0

Then, with a crack, Brave’s blade shattered like thin ice after having expended all of its power. Its body of special metal scattered like sand, leaving only the hilt intact.0

Jugend Steel number 111, Brave. The sword, born of the Grand Meister two generations past in a stroke of genius, had finally fulfilled its purpose after hundreds of years.0

So, this was the work of Alecto the Blacksmith… Leon thought.0

Thanks to his will being passed down intact for centuries, Jugend’s...0