The training ground felt quieter now, even though the elites were still whispering among themselves.
Her body had already relaxed, her sword resting at her side once again, but her mind was still stuck on that single moment.
She understood what Stanley had done.
At least, she understood it in theory.
It was something she had heard about some years back, when she was still climbing her way up through the ranks.
It was always described as something bordering on fantasy, a technique so difficult that most dismissed it as exaggerated nonsense.
Sword intent manipulation.
Not the basic kind, where one simply infused their strikes with killing intent or pressure. This was something far more refined, and dangerous. A skill that basically blurred the line between perception and reality.
Bliss had always believed it couldn't be used practically, and especially not in a fight against someone experienced.
