Twin Flaming Blades (2)

Standing at a distance, Arthur watched with bated breath as Lily's hands closed around the crystal. Time seemed to slow, the air crackling with anticipation. He could sense the gravity of the moment, the weight of choice hanging in the balance.

A sigh escaped Lily's lips, tinged with both excitement and trepidation. And then, with a resolute determination, she shattered the Record Crystal in the palm of her hand. A white mist billowed forth, swirling and dancing like ethereal tendrils, enveloping her form. Arthur's heart skipped a beat, his breath hitching as he braced himself for any unforeseen consequences.

But as the mist snaked its way into Lily's nose, she let out a sharp intake of breath. Her eyes, once a mirror of her uncertainty, began to glow with an otherworldly light. It was as if a dormant power had been awakened within her, igniting a flame that radiated from the depths of her being.