The battlefield at the top of the mountain seemed to have solidified, and everything was wondrous. Everything went by so slowly that it felt like it was sinking into a deep swamp, rushing forward inch by inch. But it was also like a storm, lightning and thunder, so frenzied that it was difficult to make out any of its track.
The grisly battle seemed to have lasted for a long time, but also seemed to have passed in an instant.
Suddenly...
Puff! Puff!
The lightning-fast iron sabre cut through Mike's body, piercing through his abdomen, and emerging from the back of his waist. With a rumbling sound, it collapsed on the top of the mountain, leaving a deep gully. Mike trembled violently, as if he had been struck by lightning. He shook twice, almost kneeling on the ground, his face
