Soundlessly, and without any flourish or extravagance, it met the Cruor Mortis's raging, bloodlust-filled might… and the resulting impact was…
Nothing.
There was no impact whatsoever.
Despite the bloodlust thick enough that it could be tasted as a metallic tang in the air, despite the heavy aura and certainty of death the Cruor Mortis screamed like a promise, despite the ego of this terrifying sword that had reaped so many lives, it was better not to count… all that happened when it met Althea's casual strike with that green glowing sword was the most simple, most comfortable, total nullification of everything it raged with.
Althea's sword devoured every bit of force, might, and bloodlust the Cruor Mortis carried. It sliced right through the corporeal splash the weathered sword bore down with, while at the same time, swallowing everything up.
