The sound of Totsuka no Tsurugi shattering echoed like a thunder. It was a note of finality ringing through the sky and domain.
Susanoo hovered in the air in stunned motionless state. The hilt of his blade now ended in a jagged stump. The pieces of his sword that was sacred for eons scattered like dying stars, dissolving into ash and mist in the rain.
His eyes that once fierce and filled with fury now widened and trembling.
"Impossible..." he whispered.
But it was real. The sword is broken noew, gone.
And before him Clyde who was also hovering no longer looked the same.
Flames and black mist coiled around his body. The dark mist fused with fire surged and forming wings of flame behind him. His black coat billowed, torn and scorched, but he stood on his ground and looked unstopable as always.
Then his eyes opened fully.
Those eyes were no longer human's eyes. No longer mortal.
They had become inky and completely black.
And deep within those eyes another power burned.
