Sublime

Yerin chose. She decided who needed to die and made it a reality. This wasn’t revenge. It was an execution. In a world that still seemed frozen, Yerin pulled her sword back almost casually. An image in the sky mimicked her movements. Not a sword. A vast, black scythe. “Die,” Yerin ordered. She brought her sword down in a simple overhand chop. And a

the aura around you, activating your advancement.”