A battlefield of shimmering void stretched infinitely around Noah, the air thick with etheric pressure, dense enough to make even breathing feel like a challenge.
The only light came from the five luminous figures standing before him, each a different manifestation of Aetherforge's power.
They were not mindless constructs.
They were the embodiment of his own weapon mastery, wielded at a level beyond even his current limits.
And they were here to kill him.
The Twin Swords Form was the first to move.
KABOOM!
The sword-wielding disaster literally caused a sonic boom with its movement, Noah barely catching the flicker of its form before…
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The silver swords blazed in the darkness, raining down a torrent of slashes so fast they blurred into a wall of light.
Noah twisted, parrying two strikes, dodging three, but the last…
"Tch…"