The colossal scythe and warhammer wrought of fighting spirit smashed into the Utopia's spire from opposite sides. Guided by the power of legendary knights, the condensed blades of fighting spirit carved straight through the void-energy bulwark that sheathed the spire and struck the exposed structure beneath.0

The giant scythe detonated in a burst of force, then splintered into several smaller, more nimble blades of fighting spirit. They wheeled about, reversed course, and hacked down again. One of the knights' potentials, Echo of Reprisal, meant that the strikes would chain one after another unless they were interrupted.0

The knight wielding the warhammer likewise made his move. He drove his potential to its utmost limit; the legendary hammer in his hands, its very nature defined by overwhelming weight, sent rippling afterimages through the air. With bulging veins and arms flushed crimson from exertion, he brought the weapon down again and again toward the spire.0

A relentless barrage of concussive booms echoed through the battlefield. Each strike rang louder than the last;...0