Seol-ah's sword cut through the night, a graceful arc that seemed to brush against the very fabric of the darkness around her. In the outside training ground, protected by ancient runes etched into the stones, she worked her way through each movement, her mind chasing an elusive understanding.
'The essence of my art,' she thought.
The Grade 5 sword art of the Moyong family—Skyward Lotus. It was not a humble art, nor a restrained one. Skyward Lotus sought to rise above, to claim the heavens, to wield a blade that looked down upon all beneath it. It was an art of audacity, of heights reached through sheer will and grace. Her enhanced aura, a blend of wind and water, resonated along the length of her blade, and her stance became a reflection of the art's lofty ambition.
But even as her aura resonated along her sword's edge, something held her back.
What exactly was her art missing?
