The blade flashed through the air.

The strike was fast and ferocious, almost like the claws of a beast.

Slashes of silver streaked through the darkness and knocked down the bone soldiers that had charged over in an instant.

“What a capricious guy. What was that, a forced summoning? There has to be some limit to how rude a person can be. Is that the reason why this spiritual core of mine is incomplete?”

Lord El-Melloi II's Case Files: The Atlas Contract; Epilogue