"Hmph," Lord Bloodsteel said, surveying us with narrowed eyes. "You mortals and your pretentious titles. Do you have any idea how many emperors I've killed? How many god kings have bowed the knee, and arbiters I've sent back to the heavens? Yet Sword of Fate, you claim. Don't you know I am the master of swords?"
Dozens of swords, stripped of their handles with an edge on every side, floated around Lord Bloodsteel, spinning and gleaming in the sunlight. He gave a small flick, and a single one shot toward us. Verity met it unflinchingly, parrying it with the edge of her blade. Sparks erupted, and the demon's sword spun off into the forest, embedding itself deep into the mountain.
"You move with confidence, but little skill. It seems you possess power you did not earn. Tis always the folly of the gods' favored playthings."
