"Slash!"
The dagger's tip extended a blade of purple energy, slicing through the air and carving a thin black line as if cutting open the fabric of space.
The rift continued to extend, drawing closer to Richard, until it finally descended with a howl.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, there was a muffled sound.
The descending black line abruptly halted, and the dagger piercing through the air suddenly stopped. Richard reached out with a hand wrapped in golden light and directly grabbed the dagger's body. Under immense force, Richard forcibly reversed the dagger's blade direction, aiming it at Red Moon.
Red Moon's eyes widened as he gripped the dagger with both hands, trying to pull back, but it was futile, completely futile. In that moment, Richard's strength felt just as infinite as when he had grabbed Red Moon's shoulder earlier—unstoppable, entirely resistant, with Red Moon only able to watch helplessly as the dagger's energy blade drew close to his armor.
