"In the name of the god of nature, I borrow your power." His voice was cold and deep, his blade sliced ​​through the heads of the undead smoothly and swiftly. Not even their blood was splattered.

Calm and beauty merged within him, the Lotus elements swirling around him as the sword moved. Decorating as if dancing in a fight together. An artistry that you have never seen, it warms your soul.

You were just saved by Fugo, his eyes looking at you cold and piercing.

How gorgeous ...