The outermost edge of Purity Forest, a battlefield that had been all but razed to the ground.
The original landscape here had been completely reshaped. Amidst the relentless downpour, the battle raged on without a moment's pause.
From the very beginning, it had been a white-hot, furious battle. Across this vast woodland, Westheid and Mivana fought to their limits, threatening to obliterate Purity Forest itself!
Westheid could no longer remember how many times he had swung his blade, nor how many rounds he had exchanged with Mivana.
Not that he would bother counting. In a battle of such extreme fervor, all thought had to be cast aside. There was no time for planning, no leisure for reflection—only the madness of fighting on pure instinct.
Slash! Block! Parry! Dodge! Thrust!
The momentum of their blades grew ever fiercer with each strike.
A dizzying flurry of movements flashed between the two, where any single mistake would result in a terrifying wound.
