As they advanced, the Executioner grinned and extended his hand, as though summoning something unseen.
And indeed, he was.
The sword, which had hovered motionlessly at his side since the very beginning, vanished in an instant, only to reappear in his grasp.
A mysterious energy surged around the blade, enveloping it with effortless fluidity.
Then, with a fluid motion, he swung forward to meet the oncoming attacks.
With an apocalyptic boom, Anthony's katana and Kingsley's fist collided with the Executioner's blade.
In that instant, the entire chamber imploded.
The ground fractured violently beneath their feet; the ceiling caved in with a thunderous roar, while walls and windows shattered under the sheer force of the impact.
Seraphim, Dale, and Reynold were hurled backward like ragdolls, the spiritual barrier around them disintegrating, shattered like glass beneath a hammer's strike.
