There was no time for hesitation.

“I’ll go first.”

Before anyone could protest, Theo moved.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

Four sacred swords streaked through the air like rays of light, cutting through the void. Riding atop the blade of the Drake’s Fang, Theo sprinted across the sky.

It was Sword Flight, a technique far beyond the mastery required for Weapon Manipulation.

Fwoosh!

"I had a feeling someone was interfering—it’s you."

A booming voice echoed across the air.

“Evelyn!”

Theo immediately recognized the voice. But the will it carried wasn’t Evelyn’s.

“Hilda! So you finally dared…!”

Julius, who had come to …