Not Necessary

"Endless Blade."

The hearts of the people of Vortharion seemed to freeze as those two words reached their ears.

They had barely recovered from the surge of roaring force that tore through a part of the city and caused the other parts to tremble when the skies suddenly turned azure.

The people turned their shaky eyes up. For a second, none of them saw the bright golden sun. Instead, only an endless number of razor sharp azure slashes blotted the skies.

They searched for the source and locked their eyes on Atticus just as his arm descended.

The slashes tore downward before anyone could react, reaching the wide eyed people. 

The blades sliced through bodies, through buildings, through anything and everything in their path. 

Many tried to resist, unleashing their aura or protective techniques, but it was pointless. Every defense was severed, and every defender was brought down.