"Reveal yourself then," Ethan said.
Right then, the whitish miasma that glowed around the sword seeped out of it completely and extended outward to form a shape.
What emerged was ethereal and beautiful in an unsettling way.
The figure appeared masculine, dressed in flowing black and white cloth that moved as though caught in a wind. There were floral designs on the fabric, rendered in black and gray.
In one hand, he held a katana, and in the other, a folding fan. This soul that had been inside the blade itself had just taken form, and right now it stared at Ethan without saying anything.
Ethan looked in awe for a moment, then turned to the blade in his hand. It looked like a regular double-edged sword now, no longer able to feel the power he used to feel from it.
He lifted his head to the floating essence in front of him, noting that it too held a sword of its own and a fan. Which he found strange.
