The temperature of the black vortex reached a terrifying degree, seemingly hot enough to scorch the very void.
Like the sword light or energy slashed by a martial arts master who has reached the pinnacle of his art, the black vortex closed in on Odin at blinding speed—a speed impossible for even an "A"-grade Hybrid to dodge.
Yet just as the black vortex reached Odin, something bizarre occurred. Beneath the silver mask, Odin's pupils flared brightly like fierce ghost fires, and a transparent curtain of air unfurled in the driving rain. It was a domain, born from the power of a Spirit Voice.
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