Sora Yatagami was a young boy who lost everything. His parents were framed by a mistake they never commit.
After that none of his friends and other family wants to take him in. And thanks to that Sora lose trust in people and the idea of being in a...
The black sword, pointed straight ahead, pulsed. From every surface, every angle, darkness poured forth. A surge of pure, light-sucking black writhed, soared, and tangled. It, too, coalesced into a massive spear, thick enough to require both hands to encircle, and shot forward. The tip of the spear seemed to have physical form: a hard, sharp tip like obsidian. Eugeo recognized that texture—it was the wood of the giant tree he had spent every day of his youth chopping at, until just over two years ago. The prior form of the black sword: the Gigas Cedar.
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In that moment of recognition, Eugeo understood the nature of the Perfect Weapon Control that Zora had activated. By awakening the dormant memories in the black sword, he had brought the proud giant tree, which resisted any effort to cut it down for centuries, back to life in this place. It wasn't the same size and shape, but it was certainly the same material.
Hardness, sharpness, and overwhelming weight. All three in such measure that its existence itself made it the largest weapon possible. Eugeo felt his heart lurch. And then the tip of that void-dark spear made contact with the end of Solus's light. The resulting shock wave ripped through the Great Hall of Ghostly Light...and possibly rattled all of Central Cathedral itself.
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The tremendous outpouring of heat and dense light did push back even the demon tree, bringing its relentless onslaught to a halt. Yet the endless darkness continued pouring out of the sword in Zora's hands, propelling the weapon onward.
The Heaven-Piercing Blade showed no signs of stopping, either. The wild stream of light strengthened by the moment, until the heat had totally melted all of the ice roses keeping the knight captive. Not only that, but the gauntlet protecting her right arm was bright red and smoking.
Yet the stalemate between light and darkness in the center of the Great Hall continued. But this sort of ultrapowerful clash could not possibly equal out and vanish into nothing. One sword would vanquish the other and utterly destroy its wielder.
And the one disadvantaged here was Zora.
No matter how tough the Gigas Cedar was, it was a tree with physical form. Just as the real thing was eventually felled after years of chopping, it would take damage and gradually weaken until it was no more.
