"Sundering Violet!"
It shouted, and the thick violet came out and covered the whole halberd while everything around me that couldn't be burned melted.
"Die, human!" It roared as it swung down its halberd; as its sword moved, the air itself began to burn. The temperature had reached so high that anyone without the power of the Grand Lord would burn to death; even I would have; I would have when I was a High Grandmaster.
"Tear of fire," I said and swung my spear, and at the same time, bright-red fluid came out of my hand and flew over the spear before covering its tip; as it did, it released its might.
The moment it did, it couldn't help but surprise the Grimm. The temperature released from it instantly turned the kilometers around us into the death zone. Everything had burned, and what is not burned is boiling; the might of the Grand Lord had spared nothing.
Clang!
