The cold light of the holy sword sliced through the curtain of snow, its tip hovering three inches from Luna's brow, utterly motionless.
The veins on Rocky’s arms bulged fiercely, and his armor, inlaid with sacred light runes, emitted a metallic groan under the unbearable strain. The proud holy sword "Arbitrator" he wielded felt as though it had been thrust into permafrost. The sparks leaping between the sword's tip and the young girl's skin were melting the adamantine blade into crimson scars.
What terrified him even more was that the holy light runes, which had once withstood the breath of the Abyssal Demon Dragon, were now oozing beads of fine blood across the surface of his armor. This body, blessed by the High Priest of the Temple, was being unraveled from within by some unknown force.
Chapter 54