"This should be enough of warm-up, Prince Michael," Eryndor said, breaking the silence as they stood on opposite sides of the arena.
"Yes, it is enough," Prince Michael replied confidently. "I'll let you go first. Show me how strong the Thorne family's swordsmanship is."
Eryndor's eyes shone with resolve. "As you desire, Your Highness."
Eryndor inhaled deeply, concentrating all of his energy and narrowing his eyes. The aura around him appeared to be still and calm as his sword glowed with a faint grey light. He was ready to show the full power of the Thorne family's swordsmanship, the audience watched in silence, feeling the tension rising with every breath.
With a power that was distinctly Sword Aura, the grey aura encircled Eryndor's sword. Swords within five kilometres of him started humming with excitement the instant he let it loose, and the area around him appeared to tremble in reaction.
