The sharp mana flowing within Demion's Dance was mesmerising. Everyone was enthralled by it. Even those with subpar mana sensitivity were dazzled by the way it ran through the sword's blade, perfectly harmonised with the sword and its whole shape. The green blade seemed to turn teal because of it.
But then this mana simply vanished as though it had never existed to begin with.
…And then Pherdanta slashed down with Demion's Dance. The arc she drew with it was slow and deliberate. Everyone saw it leave afterimages, but it was so slow that even the weakest combatant here could track it all the way down to the floor. Pherdanta slashed the floor on her right side.
But slow as her slash might have seemed…
SHP!
There came a sharp whipping noise and then all of a sudden, a gaping maw was opened in the courtyard!
