Aurelian's expression cooled further. He stepped back, and the radiance around him erupted outward.
"Heavenly Luminance, Twelve Sacred Wings."
Twelve wings woven from golden-white light unfurled behind him. Each wing shed countless feathers of light, and every feather carried sharpness, purification, and explosive force all at once. The twelve wings beat a single time, and the entire stage filled with golden feathers streaking toward Damian from every direction.
Damian finally raised his sword with both hands, and his sword intent expanded.
"Sword God Palace, Ten Thousand Line Sword Formation."
Thin lines of sword light bloomed around Damian, numbering dozens at first, then hundreds, and then thousands. They crisscrossed the air like invisible threads made visible for a single breath. The golden feathers struck those lines and were sliced apart one after another, until the stage became a storm of broken light and fragmented sword intent with neither side giving ground.
