Mo's silver eyes narrowed as a faint sigh escaped his lips. The air around him shimmered with the raw power of astral energy, his sword radiating a brilliance that seemed to pierce the very fabric of the night. The energy, magnified further by the mastery of Sword Unity, rippled outward as he swung his blade in a sweeping arc. From its tip, ethereal plum blossoms unfurled, glowing with a spectral light as they cleaved through the battlefield, slicing space and his enemies alike into nothingness.
For Mo Zenith, this was routine—a grim dance of destruction he had perfected over countless battles. The vampires, bolstered by centuries of battle-hardened experience, were far more formidable than the warriors of the East at the same rank. And so, it fell to Mo, one of the Eastern Continent's greatest champions, to stem their advance and ensure the East held its ground.
