Return of Glorious Purpose

Everyone's hair stood on end.

Even Ferex was caught off guard by the unbelievably sharp force which cut the enemy he had been aiming to fight. Granted, unlike the weak enemies from before, the Sif warrior standing before him, cloaked in a passive Territory, was definitely a force to be reckoned with, and would not have gone down with just one blow from the Apostle Ferex… but just a single blow from Pherdanta was overkill.

Everyone behind her, from the Stark Troops, to the civilians they were surrounding protectively, gaped when Pherdanta drew one of her swords, Demion's Dance, and swung it in a brutish flash. The Transcendent Stager from the past, barely having gotten the time to shine, was violently ripped in two, body, soul, mana and armour.