"I wonder who's the monster between us," Severis said with a laugh, but did not back down. Instead, he took a form. "Before my death, I used nothing but my technique to conquer the valley."
"Am I about to witness that sword art?" Arthur asked with a grin.
"Let's hope you are the first to do it without dying, other than my lord," Severis said before he closed his eyes. Arthur sensed a shift in the air inside the room.
Severis became the center of a small hurricane. Arthur sensed no mana or spiritual energy, and understood that this was one of the rare sword intents that could reshape the world.
"It seems I might die if I hold back," Arthur said as he raised his hand and spread his palm. Spiritual energy gathered in his palm, shaping a replica of Nightmare, his dagger. "And let's add some spice to it."
