As Jeremiah dove downward, Dustin smoothly assumed a sword-holding stance. Instantly, he swung the weapon with blinding speed.

A black sword aura shot forth as it sliced through the air with the power to tear the very sky apart. It carried an overwhelming momentum that crashed toward Jeremiah.

"What?" Jeremiah's expression changed as an instinctual sense of danger sent shivers down his spine.

The sword appeared ordinary, but with his heightened perception, he sensed the destructive energy contained within. He understood that if this attack struck his vital point, it would likely be fatal.

Jeremiah quickly abandoned his offense and flapped his wings to dodge in midair. His reflexes were quick, but the black sword aura was even faster.

Just as he sidestepped, the sword aura passed through him. Blood sprayed out and painted half the sky crimson.

"Ah!" Jeremiah let out a horrified scream.

The sword aura had torn half of his shoulder, along with his arm and wing, and blood poured dow