The silver-haired man altered his stance. As soon as he gestured as if he held something in both hands, numbers scattered from them like sparks from a lighter's flint: 1, 27, 5. Then a double-edged sword appeared in his hands.
The gigantic sword was nearly as tall as he was and looked like something from a children's book.
It was the steel sword of a great king.
There was no point in discussing the laws of physics here. If someone had been able to bring a radar device here, the reflected waves would not have detected anything there.
This deadly weapon sliced directly into someone's perception.
It used a technique of conveying one's meditation to someone else.
It was the magic known as Spiritual Tripping. The name did not sound very sharp, but it linked the user's body to the target's just like with a voodoo doll and it synced up their motions. But this usage allowed the user into the target's mind. The gesture would send the power of the indicated weapon into the target's mind.
"Oh, Mathers, my foolish spouse," said the Black Cat Witch. "If you had not been so obsessed with the details and if you had kept your eyes on your true enemy even if it let that arrow shatter your breastbone, you would have had a way out of this."
Mathers was slow to react as the other man stepped forward.
The man swung the giant sword diagonally down with both hands and the nonexistent blade dug deep, deep down into Mathers' torso through his shoulder.
"A clay…more…?"
"This is a tribute, so rejoice, self-styled highlander. I finished you off with the sword you so loved."
It did not matter here whether or not it physically existed. Either way, it tore through Mathers' body and dark red liquid erupted from within.
Only one man remained standing.
Aleister Crowley made a quiet announcement to the end of his ideal.
"Now you will either die or have all possibility of success stripped from you as you live out the rest of your days in despair. It is time you withered away, sinner."
"Crow…ley."
"You see, Mathers, this is not a mere outburst of anger at being unable to stop the spontaneous death of a life that has yet to be born."