Damon raised his hand, which slightly trembled form the last clash where his sword met with Calum's hand. 'Sure enough, his physical strength is monstrous.' Damon thought, before placing his sword to his side.
"First art: Blooming spring."
Like magic, well it literally was magic, he channeled a flood of aether into his sword, and a massive amount of water elements condensed around his sword, and a tsunami was created out of thin air in an instant.
At the stands, Rose's eyes widened. 'He managed to deepen his comprehension of the first art this much?' She thought, half in awe, and half in disbelief. The Darkfell royal sword style was closely tied to the weather, or more precisely, the four season.
