How can he make use of all of these elements.
Not one. Not the dual-wielding that had already shattered the ceiling of what she had believed a single cultivator could maintain simultaneously. The ice and the lightning were both present in the sword — not alternating, not competing, but occupying the same blade in the specific, combined quality of things that have been unified rather than merely coexisting. The yellow arcs moved through the cold edge with the intimate quality of two forces that have reached an arrangement.
She had been taught, in the specific, thorough way that her childhood's particular curriculum had taught things, that elemental affinities were individual. Fixed. The product of a specific, personal resonance between a cultivator and a single element that deepened with cultivation and did not admit of expansion into adjacent territory without the specific, rare conditions of dual-talent awakening.
What she was watching did not belong to that framework.
