Sora lunged forward.She smashed her entire body weight toward the machine pinning Borot's body to the floor. The katana in her left hand flashed sweeping a short distance. The steel blade severed the enemy's metal arm exactly at the elbow joint.Sparks sprayed wildly hitting Sora's face. The death grip on Borot's neck detached instantly.Borot fell sitting down. The man coughed hard and vomited a clump of thick blood while gripping his purplish bruised throat. His chest pumped the corridor's dirty air greedily.That machine was not dead yet. That armless mechanical body stood upright again using the traction of its metal legs. It stepped forward crashing into Sora. Sora pulled her katana back then thrust it straight into the opponent's neck cavity. The tip of the blade destroyed the circuit core inside. That body collapsed adding to the height of the junk pile in front of them.Sora's breathing hitched short. Warm blood flowed increasingly heavily from the stab wound in her right sto

The tip of Elara's leather boot shifted leaving the edge of the observation gallery balcony stone.Earth's gravity took over her body mass. She slid falling cleaving the cold air of the throne room. The wind blew slapping her face covered in black soot and rubble dust. Her hair fluttered wildly upward. The sensation of losing weight ambushed the contents of her stomach.She did not close her eyes. Her gaze was not directed at the floor waiting for her below. She also did not glance at Arok holding the Gandring Sword.Her eyes' focus locked straight on the steel distribution pillar supporting the crystal core of the Crown of Will in the middle of the room.Elara's right hand gripped the middle of a solid rusted iron pipe. That one-meter-long blunt metal felt heavy. Her arm muscles contracted maximally locking the position of that makeshift weapon in front of her chest. Her broken left arm tossed uncontrollably due to air friction force. The shifting bone inside the flesh of her left sh

Sparks struck brightly in the middle of the throne room air.Ganda's steel sword blade clashed squarely with the edge of the Gandring Sword. The shriek of metal clinking broke the tower's silence. The shockwave from that first impact propagated past the weapon hilt, pierced the palm, and hit the shoulder bones of both men.Ganda felt extraordinary pressure from Arok's swing.Gandring was a long and heavy sword radiating perfect balance from the tip of the hilt to the tip of the blade. Arok held that long hilt using both his hands. Arok's foot stance planted firmly on the floor. Arok channeled power from his hip rotation efficiently and pressed Ganda's sword blade straight down.Ganda refused to clash purely relying on static power. The wounds in his chest cavity and stomach limited his physical strength.Ganda tilted his left wrist. His sword blade slipped slanted from Gandring's pressure, producing a sharp metal friction sound. Ganda twisted his waist and used his right foot as a piv

The gap of the corridor's steel door was only open ten centimeters.On that cold metal surface, the right side of Sora's face pressed tightly. The freezing temperature from the iron plate seeped piercing the pores of her cheek skin. From the stab wound in her stomach, thick blood continued to flow past her fabric pants and dripped slowly. The red puddle enlarged right beneath her knee. The fulcrum of her elbow on the dirty grate floor became the only support so her body would not slump falling. The samurai's left eye refused to blink, piercing the narrow gap toward the throne room.Below her arm, Borot's breathing sounded hoarse and hitched. The sailor's world was now isolated in a long silence due to damaged eardrums. The sound of sword impacts or door hinge creaks no longer visited his hearing. Instead, rough vibrations propagated from the iron grate directly toward his knee bones.Borot's gaze peeked right below Sora's elbow. The sight at the base of the floor crater was presented

The sword blade pressed Ganda's protective plate.Sparks splashed brightly. Black smoke billowed from the gap of the shoulder hinge. That metal continued urging in, cutting the protective cylinder and tearing the copper cables inside. Its pressure crushed Ganda's ribs until he groaned roughly.However the hard resistance at the tip of Arok's sword suddenly vanished.That artificial arm had died a long time ago. The cold of the ice continent, the tower's artificial gravity, and thousands of impacts during the journey had changed that steel into a fragile shell. That metal junk was only waiting for one final blow to collapse its entire material arrangement.That blow had just arrived.CRASH!That arm exploded.The sound of the explosion deafened the ears. An invisible shockwave swept the air, scattering the piles of dust and blood puddles on the floor.That iron cavity did not split. That cavity shattered to pieces.The repelling power from inside threw its entire contents in all direct