Lein hovered in the air, his sharp gaze fixed on the trident spear hurtling down like a meteor splitting the sky. He took a slow breath, his expression neutral, but deep inside, there was a hint of excitement he couldn't hide.
"It's been a while since I last tested my strength..." he murmured softly, almost like a whisper swallowed by the wind. In the Divine Sky Realm, nothing could truly threaten him anymore. Perhaps this was a chance to reassess his limits.
With a graceful motion, Lein raised his hand. Golden light gathered in his palm, forming the shape of a long, elegant sword.
"Golden Taun," he whispered. The sword trembled slightly, as if recognizing its master. Like a loyal dog, it clung to his grip, calm and ready to be wielded.