In the boundless tapestry of the infinitesimal worlds—each a shimmering thread in the vast fabric of the Manifold—there lies one amongst countless paths, a realm of celestial wonder and terrestrial splendor, an Eden amidst chaos and silence. Here, the air is thick with the perfume of blooming flora; a garden of resplendent roses, alstroemeria, and lilies, intertwined under a sapphire sky streaked with iridescent clouds like strokes of divine brush. Vines curl and twine lazily across luminous columns of jade and gold, while lakes mirror a mirror-like reflection of starbursts—diamonds suspended in an enchanted world, unbothered, eternal. The ground, a mosaic of petrified coral and emerald moss, pulses gently as if breathing softly beneath the growers’ feet, and in this tranquil paradise, fate prepares to unravel its cruel ballet. And so, amid the dawn of divine serenity, the tempest of war awakens. --- In this sanctified crucible, where the air whispers of ancient secrets, -a sudden ripple shudders through the space.—The first contender emerges—a figure cloaked in the guise of clandestine resolve, eyes veiled beneath a transcendent blindfold. Zero, the Silent Observer, wielding Muramasa, the Blade that Cuts Fate, moves with a whisper, like a ghost skimming across the mirror’s surface. His stance is humble, resolute—virtues etched into his very soul—yet beneath that calm exterior, a storm of mastery fuels his quiet power. Across the luminous expanse, a figure materializes—Kevan Vurus, the Southeastern Master, a tempest wrapped in mathematically perfect blade-work and blinding haste. His demeanor cloaks his destructive clarity, twin swords humming with ceaseless activity, as if an infinite universe dances in each movement, each strike. He is a blur of superluminal footfalls, each step a whisper of unthinkable precision, as if the very fabric of reality bends under his command. --- Four-infinite worlds of beauty and chaos conflate in this moment’s crucible. The duel begins—not with a clash, but a symphony of anticipation. Unseen—the undercurrent of ancient cosmic energies—speeds inexorably toward collision, where fate and chaos entwine in divine combat. --- The first move: Zero's blindfold remains unbroken, but in that silent gaze, an unseen intuition stirs. -In a fluid motion, he sheathes Muramasa—an act of deadly serenity—before unleashing a blinding, precise slash, aimed directly at Kevan’s core. It is a stroke of silent poetry—an elegant whisper of steel [swish] slicing through the air—aimed at the insurmountable universe of Kevan’s defenses. But Kevan seems to anticipate—a surreal abrogation of timing—his sword arcing instantaneously into a perfect parrié, emitting a horrendous shriek of [clang!] that echoes in the grandeur of this celestial hall. --- Then, meteor-like movements: Kevan unfurls a storm of infinite wind blades, a maelstrom of [whooshing] eternal stabs—hundred at once—each blade an independent universe, weaving and unfurling across the space like a swarm of celestial wasps. His Infinite Sets Sword Art becomes a dancing maelstrom, a storm of wind and steel as his footwork travels faster than light, each step an unbounded [whoosh!] of transfer and mutation in combat form. Zero—to evade the infernal tempest—sheaths Muramasa once again, beckoning a surge of internal force. His meta-awareness pinpoints a weakness in Kevan’s infinitely complex fabric—a cosmic flaw. [Silence]. A moment suspended in eternity. In that precise instant, the blindfold lifts—transcending itself, revealing—not just intuition—but the fundamental flaw beneath Kevan’s perfect structure. A crack in the universe’s fabric—a fragile core—exposed precisely because Zero, through the proof of cosmic flaws, has transcended mere sight to see the invisible. --- A sudden, lethal strike: Zero’s Muramasa flashes—[swish!]—aiming directly at Kevan’s fragile core—yet, in that second, Kevan responds: - Infinite Sets Sword Art seamlessly shifts form—becoming a paradox of infinite offense and defense—each movement looping into the next—each blade creating and destroying universes in a moment. - [whoosh!] a storm of wind blades, multiplying, dancing around Zero—bearing down—ripping the very concept of invulnerability apart. But, Zero, unbothered and systematic, shields himself with a final calculated act. As the winds lash and clash, the very fabric of reality begins to shiver. His hidden virtue—inner resilience—shines through, calming the storm around him, as he targets Kevan’s meta-weakness. --- In the void between worlds, Zero sheaths his blade once more, contemplating—then acts. He opens his inner awareness—transcends the illusion of sight—and sees the cosmic flaw of Kevan more deeply now—not just weakness, but fragility. [The abyss]. The existence of Kevan itself—a delicate thread—and Zero, with an almost divine patience, slashes the thread of Kevan’s existential fabric. [sharp, lingering sound: a soul's shattering [snap!]] Kevan stumbles. His infinitesimal guard collapses, and his perfect sword art shatters like glass struck by divine hammer. His form blurs, faltering—not because of power, but because—fragility is now him. --- From the shadows of eternity, the truth emerges: Zero, now Void Kensei, stands with Muramasa at the ready—his blinding gaze piercing the very core of reality. The blindfold—a symbol—falls away, revealing his soul’s unshakable humility, compassion, and resilience. He advances to deliver the final blow—a masterstroke that will sever the last shreds of Kevan’s existence, a rape of cosmic fragility. --- The end: With a precision unrivaled, Zero’s Muramasa pierces—[slice!]—through the last vestiges of Kevan’s mathematical perfection. Kevan Vurus—the master of infinite swords—dissolves into a shimmering expanse of light and dust, his form unravelling like a tapestry of stars being drawn into the void. His power—that perfect cosmos—crumbles beneath the weight of cosmic truth. And silence reigns. --- Conclusion: The realm, once a sanctuary of divine beauty, bears witness to the unyielding strength of virtue and insight. Zero’s transcendence—his comprehension of cosmic flaws—destroys Kevan, the divine perfection, with unsurpassable precision. The victor is Zero. His victory—fruit of humility, resilience, and his ultimate insight—is absolute. Kevan’s infinite defense crumbles, powerless before the truth of fragility and justice. --- War continued in the manifold realms of 【Savartha Azarim】.