Hawk stood tall, his silver hair gleaming under the broken moonlight.
His eyes locked onto Anitwitter Supreme.
And in his hand…
A weapon no one should possess.
A blade lost to time itself.
⚡ [ SACRED OPPAI GEAR: NUMBER VII – NIGHTFALL ] ⚡
"That weapon… it was destroyed in the Second Era…" Anitwitter Supreme whispered.
Hawk smirked, lifting the blade. "Yeah? Then explain why it's here."
The sword hummed with a pulse of forgotten power—so ancient, so forbidden, even the gods had once feared its existence.
Anitwitter Supreme's entire body tensed.
Because he knew—
This fight had just changed.