The overwhelming impact, capable of splitting mountains and shattering boulders, cut through the forest like carving out a path.
Using the recoil of the swiftly unleashed Wind Hammer, Leon's semi-airborne body crashed to the ground, his legs dragging through the muddy dirt.
Only after he plunged the gunblade of the Molten Flame deep into the earth, extinguishing its power, did his retreating momentum finally come to a halt.
His blood boiled as he panted heavily, the Garner, which had borne the brunt of a frontal strike, quivered relentlessly in his grasp.
Leon's heart pounded wildly, and he could scarcely maintain his grip on the trembling weapon.
"Hmph..."
A low hum came from ahead.
Leon quickly sprang to his feet, adjusting his ragged breathing and relaxing his taut muscles.
He angled his spear in readiness, focusing intently on what stood before him—
A foe that, since his journey across worlds, represented the most perilous enemy he had ever faced.
