Reality Seven was unlike any other.
Here, they didn't rely on a variant of mana; instead, much like Reality Nine, they wielded pure mana.
Yet, despite this unique trait, there seemed to be no diversity—everyone was a swordsman or swordswoman.
At the peak of a literal sword mountain — a colossal peak formed entirely of ancient, fused blades that had been melted and reshaped by countless generations of sword intent — sat a blonde woman with a black sword tattoo on her forehead.
She was human, with sharp, refined features, with her hair tied back in a simple ponytail.
Her posture was perfect; legs crossed on a plain zafu cushion as she addressed the thousands of younger swordsmen and swordswomen floating in the air around her mountain peak.
