Chapter 100
The two domains collided in a cataclysm of holy light and corrupted blood. Golden calligraphy burned across the sky while the Apostle's crimson domain spread like a plague, each trying to devour the other. Shockwaves rippled outward, shaking the ruins and drawing fresh blood from everything caught in their wake.
In the heart of this violent struggle, a battered figure flickered into existence behind the Apostle.
Sching!
A blood-soaked blade slashed across the Apostle's shoulder, carving a deep gash. The Fifth Apostle jerked forward with a grunt of pain and surprise.
"You're still alive?" the Apostle spat, turning slightly. "I'm sure I pierced deep enough to kill you."
Ever Sword stood there, swaying on unsteady legs. Blood drenched his entire body, dripping steadily from countless wounds. His face was pale as death, yet his eyes burned with unyielding resolve. A faint, defiant smile tugged at his lips despite the agony.
