HPDBC Chapter 274 A Slash From Abyss
Chapter 274 A Slash From Abyss
Chapter 274 A Slash From Abyss
Chapter 274
She had to remain in place to maintain control over the crescent mark.
He had not seen her move for a while since she had started using the technique; she was at a standstill and not even looking at him, which made him believe that to use such a high-power technique, she had to be positioned at a fixed point.
Still. Unmoving. Almost statuesque.
That meant...
A weakness.
'Hmm...'
Oliver's gaze flickered.
He lifted a single finger—
And fired an icicle straight at the mark.
The crescent mark shifted.
The energy attacks—
They turned.
The moment his icicle approached, the attacks abandoned him and redirected toward it instead.
His theory was correct.
"Hah."
A smirk played on his lips as he wiped the dust from his face, his gaze settling coldly on the hovering crescent mark.
Then—
A chilling breeze swept across the battlefield.
Behind him—
Hundreds of icicles materialized in midair, forming a jagged army of frost. The air itself seemed to hum with their presence.
The scene was ominous.
The scene became intimidating, to say the least.
Oliver, on one knee, his disheveled hair rippling in the cold wind, his eyes glinting like sharpened steel—an executioner, standing before his own battlefield.
Behind him—a frozen arsenal.
Each icicle gleamed dangerously, reflecting the eerie glow of the crescent mark.
Ahead—
Sera, who had her back to him, her hands holding the crescent blue sword in a fixed stance—although she had her back to him, there was a stillness to her posture, a predator's patience. Her thumb holding the sword twitched slightly.
She could feel it.
She knew exactly what he was about to do.
There was a momentary silence, the tension crackling like a storm about to break.
The battlefield stood still.
Then—
"Go!"
At his command—
The ice spears launched.
Hundreds.
Straight toward the crescent mark.
The air shuddered.
The moment before impact—
Sera's lips curved into a grin.
The mark was still at that moment.
And then—
The battlefield erupted.
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A low, vibrating hum filled the air.
Whrr.
His gaze pierced through the thick smoke, as if it weren't even there.
Then—
His head tilted.
As if—
He had found something.
A quiet exhale.
His right arm rose.
His fingers curled—
Then—
He swung his palm lightly toward a certain direction.
And space... trembled.
The very air warped.
A thin, ominous red line cut through reality itself—
Like a silent executioner's blade.
It snapped into existence—
Then vanished.
An instant later—
Click!
Before anyone could process what was happening, the crescent moon mark in the air was split—cleaved in two so smoothly it was as if reality itself had been rewritten.
Sliced in half.
Perfectly.
It took a moment before the crescent mark shattered into fragments, glowing particles dissolving like embers into the night.
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Sera, who was controlling the mark, froze. Her expression shifted from one of puzzlement to one of utter disbelief.
She did not realize.
What had happened just now?
What...?
She had no words
Just one second ago, she was almost suppressing the icicles and was preparing to target the human again, but the next moment, she lost all connection to the mark.
An unnatural silence followed, thick and suffocating.
Loss of connection to the mark only meant one thing.
It was destroyed!
But...
How?
And... there was another thing wrong with the current situation.
Her heart was beating so wildly, thudding against her ribcage like a warning drum. Her arms, her head—she was sweating.
Her breath came in short, uneven intervals.
Why?
Why was her body reacting this way?
Why did her arms feel weak?
Why was she sweating?
Her fingers twitched involuntarily.
Her lungs burned.
What had just happened?
Her instincts screamed—
"You almost died."
'No... I know.' She lowered the sword, her expression returning to an eerie calm.
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