"Phantom Blade: Infinite Execution."
I poured everything I had into that attack and began swinging my sword as fast as my body could possibly move.
The five phantoms did the same.
Their movements synchronized perfectly with mine.
Our swords moved together, and the specters attacked alongside me, drowning the world in black.
Pitch-dark slashes swallowed the blazing Aether flames of the First Writer.
Before Mother's eyes, space itself filled with intersecting trails of dark blade-light.
Hundreds...
Then thousands of thin lines tore through the air from every possible angle, as though every slash had been unleashed at the exact same moment.
The arcs of our blades split apart the burning Aether stars just as Father had done before.
But this time, the scale was far greater.
And the speed far higher.
The sky returned to its original darkness after being dyed violet by Mother's Aether.
