Ysara looked at Ethan with interest, her golden eyes narrowing slightly as she held her greatsword with grace and delicacy.
At first glance, it seemed like a clumsy grip. But Ysara was a Fifth-Stage Awakened One, a being capable of living a thousand years and flying through the skies.
She could hold that sword with a single finger, and the power it unleashed would still be infinitely greater than anything Ethan could muster.
The Young Lord watched her cautiously, his fingers wrapped firmly around the hilt of the God-Slayer, his breathing slow and controlled.
As he channeled his aura through the blade, a thin golden line surfaced on the steel. It branched into four brilliant threads that wound around the sword, each one igniting into blazing golden flames.
Those were divine flames. Well, almost. He didn't have enough divinity to summon true divine flames, but he would soon figure that out.
