The Spiritual World—a parallel reflection of our own—is a place where the energy of the human realm takes new form. Here, everything is shaped by energy instead of matter.

  Grass glows in deep blue and purple hues.

  Trees shimmer with silver leaves.

  And in the sky, rivers of starlight flow like wind.

  Spirits roam the land—beasts, shadows, lights, and things stranger still.

  It’s a beautiful world.

  But also a dangerous one.

  When humans first arrived here, they lived in harmony with this energy.

  They learned to wield it, and built powerful civilizations.

  But in time, they fought.

  Against each other.

  Their wars shattered the balance of the world.

  The gods watched.

  And instead of ending humanity, they gave them a punishment.

  A curse.

  Any human whose hatred became too strong—

  who truly wished to kill—

  would be claimed by the Abyss.

  Their body would twist.

  Their soul would vanish.

  And in their place… a monster would rise.

  These monsters are called Abyssals.

  Towering beasts of black blood and gnashing teeth.

  They are born from hatred, and they live only to wipe out humanity.

  Some crawl.

  Some fly.

  Some scream with voices like broken glass.

  But the worst of them evolve.

  From beasts… into demons.

  Abyssal Demons are not mindless.

  They think. They speak.

  And they enjoy watching humans suffer.

  As the Abyssals grew more dangerous, humanity answered back.

  Warriors who refused to fall became Blinders—

  elite fighters who trained beyond mortal limits to protect others.

  And for a time, the Blinders held the line.

  But then came something different.

  A new kind of Abyssal.

  He had the power of a demon, but none of the madness.

  He walked in human form—

  but had no mercy, no fear, no soul.

  A living embodiment of the Abyss itself.

  He was called the Abyssal Cruelty.

  His name was Hollow.

  No one could match him.

  Until one Blinder rose to stand in his way.

  A girl who gave up everything—her name, her past, her humanity—

  to become something more.

  A being of pure light.

  A Radiant.

  Her name was Liliane.

  The strongest Abyssal…

  The brightest Radiant…

  Their battle shaped the fate of humanity and the Spiritual World.

  For centuries, no victor had emerged.

  And today, their blades would clash again.

  High above, the landscape stretched in luminous waves—a glowing forest of bioluminescent blue leaves rustling under a sky filled with drifting energy.

  Beneath the trees, two figures approached one another.

  The first is Liliane—a warrior maiden with snow-white hair and glowing sapphire eyes like her halo. She moves with grace honed by years of katana training, each step she takes produces life in the ground from her energy of life. Her slender form flows like a dancer, wrapped in an ethereal aura of white light, pulsing with serenity and strength.

  Facing her from the shadows… Hollow.

  An Abysmal in human shape, yet unmistakably monstrous. With every step, the earth beneath his feet withers, the glowing plants dying in silence. His hair falls in dark waves like the midnight sky, but it’s his eyes—blood-red, with slitted pupils like a predator—that demand attention. They burn with unnatural intensity.

  Two sharp, black horns curve from his forehead, just above his eyes.

  He is destruction incarnate. A being forged in chaos, shaped by endless battle. Hollow lives for the thrill of combat—for the carnage, the hunger, the war. His confrontations with Liliane are infamous… clashes that shatter the world around them.

  The balance of the Spiritual World rests on a fragile truce between these two legendary beings.

  And that truce… is about to shatter.

  Hollow grins—feral and sadistic—as he steps into view. His voice slithers with anticipation.

  “How delightful… You came to play all on your own.”

  Across from him, Liliane stands tall, serene as ever. Her tone is calm, but her words strike with iron resolve.

  “Whenever you appear… someone gets hurt. I won’t let you do as you please.”

  Though her expression remains composed, her stance shifts. She reaches for her katana, its sheath shimmering with quiet power. With a flash of light, wings of pure white unfold from her lower back—angelic, radiant, alive.

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  Hollow’s smile only widens, fangs flashing as he draws his own blade in one fluid motion. From his back, black wings snap open—sleek and predatory—and a thin dragon-like tail coils behind him, twitching with excitement.

  The air around them hums with unbearable tension.

  Then—they vanish.

  In a blur of motion too fast to follow, they reappear in a violent clash. Their katanas collide with a thunderous boom, unleashing a shockwave that carves a massive crater into the earth. The very landscape quakes.

  Steel grinds against steel. Sparks fly. Their eyes lock.

  Hollow’s crimson gaze burns with unholy glee.

  Liliane’s is focused, unwavering.

  And then—

  The battlefield explodes into chaos.

  Light and shadow collide in a fury of slashes and strikes, their energy tearing the world apart. Each movement is precise, elegant, deadly. Katanas arc like falling stars, bursting with radiant flashes and deep, hungry darkness.

  A cyclone of raw power forms around them.

  Trees are shredded. The air screams.

  Every impact of their blades sends shockwaves through the forest, reducing everything nearby to debris.

  He is the embodiment of destruction.

  She, the last bastion of serenity.

  And in this clash… neither holds back.

  High above the glowing forest, Liliane and Hollow soared—wings outstretched, majestic and menacing.

  As they ascended, the world below twisted into a blur of color and motion. The sky rippled with pressure. Liliane narrowed her eyes, channeling Astra into her katana. The blade flared with radiant light before she unleashed a slash so powerful it tore through the air like a divine judgment, cleaving the clouds apart.

  But Hollow was already moving.

  He raised his own katana—wreathed in swirling darkness—and cut the incoming attack cleanly in two. Though they were miles above the surface, the remnants of Liliane’s strike crashed into the ground, exploding into pillars of dust and energy that scarred the land.

  In an instant, they collided once more.

  Steel met steel with a deafening clash, shockwaves thundering across the sky. Hollow struck from the side, his blade coated in Abyssal darkness. Liliane twisted mid-air with supernatural grace, deflecting the blow and countering with a precise thrust of pure light.

  They moved at blinding speeds, flickering like mirages in a dance of death. Bursts of light and shadow flashed across the sky as they exchanged blow after blow. Liliane conjured a volley of radiant spears, firing them in quick succession. Hollow shapes his flame-like Abyssal shadows into claws, intercepting the strikes before reaching toward her.

  With a flicker of motion, Liliane vanished in a storm of slashes—slicing apart the shadows with streaks of divine brilliance.

  Missed attacks rained destruction below. When they struck the ground, the impact carved deep fissures, while the force of each clash sent slicing gales in every direction, ripping through the forest like a hurricane of blades.

  "That's all you've got?" Hollow yelled, voice thick with challenge and delight.

  He surged forward, wings flaring wide as he hurled himself at her with a roar. His blade gleamed—coated in seething darkness—as he delivered a powerful strike meant to split her in two.

  "Not even close," Liliane replied, her voice calm and cutting.

  She ascended with elegance, meeting him head-on. Their blades crashed. She caught his strike and redirected it with precision, striking a weak point in his guard.

  In one fluid motion, she spun and delivered a diagonal slash.

  The air screamed.

  The force of the attack was so immense, the earth far below shuddered—and a mountain in the distance cracked.

  Hollow’s arm was severed in a single stroke. A deep gash split across his chest, sending black blood pouring from the wound.

  He staggered.

  Liliane pressed forward, unrelenting. Her sword aimed straight for his head. But just before impact, Hollow laughed—low and wild—and tilted his head aside. Her blade missed by inches.

  With his remaining arm, he plunged his katana into her stomach.

  Liliane gasped, her eyes wide in shock.

  In one brutal motion, he dragged the blade upward, carving a brutal wound across her torso. Blood—red, human—gushed from her body.

  She clenched her teeth and raised her left hand, gripping her katana with one arm while pressing her right palm to Hollow’s face. A sphere of white energy pulsed in her grasp.

  Hollow opened his mouth, revealing a growing orb of black energy forming inside.

  They released their attacks simultaneously.

  A blinding explosion split the sky.

  Light and darkness collided in a cataclysmic burst, blasting the two warriors apart. Their auras flickered, battered by the force.

  From the torn stump of Hollow’s arm, black energy twisted and surged—reforming his limb with unnatural fluidity. The gaping wound across his chest sealed over moments later, his form knitting itself back together like shadow returning to shape.

  Across from him, Liliane hovered midair, her hand pressed to the wound on her abdomen. A soft white glow enveloped her body, restoring her form, cleansing away the blood as light reknit her torn essence with gentle pulses.

  They were whole again... but not untouched. The strain of the clash still clung to their bodies, even as their forms regained their grace.

  Their battle wasn’t over.

  Hollow raised a hand, gathering a sphere of Abyssal energy, and hurled it from the sky. Liliane veered aside, letting it soar past. The projectile slammed into a cliffside below—annihilating it in a single blast.

  In response, Liliane raised her sword and unleashed a volley of radiant beams. The sky lit up like thunderbolts falling from heaven. Hollow spun, wings cutting through the air as he avoided the strikes, retaliating with Abyssal flames of darkness that launched towards her.

  Liliane cut through them with arcs of light from her sword.

  Their aerial movements became a deadly ballet—elegant, fierce, unrelenting.

  Below them, the world could only tremble.

  Every living creature in the area fled in desperation. The terrain warped—craters forming, cliffs shattering, fissures widening with each collision of power.

  Liliane spun mid-air and released a wave of cutting light.

  Hollow wrapped himself in a cloak of living shadow, letting it absorb the incoming energy like a second skin. Then he launched himself from within the darkness, blade first, howling toward her once again.

  “Come on, Liliane! Give me a real fight!” Hollow roared, his laughter echoing through the skies as his eyes gleamed with savage delight.

  Liliane answered with a blinding surge of light, the force of it driving Hollow back through the air.

  “I won’t stop until you’re no longer able to hurt anyone,” she said, her voice sharp and unwavering.