The Ironspine Duke's attack was irresistible, tearing through all defenses.
No matter how magnificent and grand the crimson sword light was, it ultimately failed to make that final leap.
"In the end... it was all for naught."
The Ironspine Duke's massive hand, formed from pure radiance, pierced through the burning halo of the sword light and gently pressed down upon the ceaselessly trembling crimson blade!
CRACK!
The body of the sword, formed from crimson light, let out a crisp crack starting from the point where his palm landed.
A fissure burst open, and then fine fractures frantically spread across the blade, covering the entire sword in an instant!
"It's over," the Ironspine Duke said, his brilliant eyes filled with cold indifference as he watched the Longsword shatter inch by inch beneath his palm. "Murphy, I must admit, in the last thousand years, you are the only one who has caused me this much trouble. I will remember your name."
