Lucas and Troy had gotten stronger in the past seven months. Rather than heavier, the two swordsmen had gotten sharper, deadlier, their auras gaining unique, distinct traits.
Troy's whole being looked somewhat silent, but also unstable, as if containing a mass of violence ready to burst outward.
Meanwhile, Lucas' aura was in disarray, but also perfectly under control. It was wild but tamed, like a suppressed version of the Primal Urge.
There were also the two ominous swords to consider, but Liam outshone all that. Actually, considering his nature, it was more accurate to say that he cast a shadow so murky his opponents couldn't stand out.
Honestly, Lucas and Troy had no idea how to face that murkiness. They were elites among elites at that point in their journey. Few rooting experts in the Kingdom could hope to be their match, but they felt completely outclassed nonetheless.
