"We need to be on our feet, Elenore they're good!"
Kaelen heaved a deep breath in focusing all of his energy to his sword.
WOM…
Kaelen's sword blazed with ethereal blue light as he channeled his soul arts into the blade.
The technique itself is a rare ability possessed only of those that had exceeded the norms of swordsmanship.
The blade itself transformed the mundane steel into something far more lethal. Soul arts weren't mere enhancements; they imbued weapons with properties that defied conventional magical resistance.
[Crowned Technique: Regalia's Severance]
In a blinding flash, he lunged forward, his body moving with impossible speed. The sword's trajectory created a perfect arc of azure energy that expanded outward like a tidal wave. The attack wasn't just physical—it carried with it a pressure that distorted the space between Kaelen and his targets.
Lysander's eyes widened in shock. "What in the seven hells—"
