Fragments of War (27)

There was no mistaking it… 

Sunny had made it one of his life's great pursuits to learn how to see logic in the seemingly irrational, mind-boggling complexity of spellweaves. Therefore, his mind was trained to see purposeful patterns where seemingly only chaos existed. 

That was why he was able to recognize the subtle intent in the swirling currents of the storm of swords. 

The flying swords were slowly forming a vast array above the battlefield, hanging above Condemnation like a net. 

But what, exactly, was that array meant to achieve, and how?

Sunny studied it for a moment. 

'It's… sorcery.'

His eyes widened. 

He had been wondering why Anvil was only using his Dormant Ability. Now, the answer seemed obvious… it was because he was intending to use sorcery to deliver the fatal blow, not the power of his Aspect.