"Cut through it."
As Carseain swung his sword simply based on his instincts, his conscious mind was thinking something entirely different. It was as if his body was someone else's but he could feel his sensations tingling all the same.
' It was such an obvious answer. Dodge it?. Deflect it? Why did those options even popped in my head?
Why couldn't I see the most evident thing?
I am a Swordsman.
I cut through all my obstacles with this sword in my hand.
It is for solely that purpose that I have been swinging it all this time.'
It was phenomenal.
Those few seconds it was as if he could see himself slashing the attack with immaculate grandeur from a point of view of an audience.
However, he could also feel each and every cell of his body breathing, even ounce of magic flowing and as if the sword was the extension of his own hand . Things had never been much more clearer than this.
