Simulated World.
"Clang——!" The sound of clashing blades echoed across the dueling arena, accompanied by dazzling sparks. A figure plummeted from the sky, crashing into the center of the arena like a meteor, stirring up clouds of dust and debris.
The Goddess of Salvation covered her nose and mouth, shakily getting to her feet. Her expression froze suddenly as she realized that, at some point, a sharp sword was pressed against her neck.
"Your progress is very fast." A melodious female voice came from within the haze of dust. An invisible wave swept through, revealing the sword-wielder's form—a woman with flowing silver hair. Her stern demeanor was like a perfectly honed blade, so sharp that mere contact seemed capable of wounding, exuding an air of palpable danger.
"But you still lost." The Goddess of Salvation pressed her lips together, a delicate, dejected look surfacing on her face. The silver-haired woman, seeing this, withdrew her blade and offered a gentle smile.
