Ironvale's sword didn't move at first. He stood there, in complete silence. The geysers faded away, as did the heat. In the world, there was only him and his sword.
And then a resonant hum filled the skies.
He outstretched his blade, foggy remnants of steam colored with white gold Luminescent Mana pooled.
His Luminescent Rain might have only been at Adept, but [Luminescent Blade]… he had long since risen both the Bronze and Silver portions to Consummate. He breathed with his sword. It wasn't just an extension of his arm, it was his life.
And when it killed…
It filled him with warmth.
He took a step forward.
From the start of the rain of Luminescent Mana to this instant, it seemed as though several seconds had passed, and yet it was all in an instant.
He appeared before Dorian, his sword slashing down.