The Sword That Silences Dragons
"She finally drew her sword!"
A sudden cry raced across the open space, fast as flame on tinder. People looked up. Gaze after gaze snapped toward the sound. For once, even those old ones shifted in place, faces slipping out of stillness.
Out of nowhere, that knife showed up - and everyone there knew it right away.
The Amethyst Mist Sword.
A soft glow rose in Selena's palm, the blade's rim holding back a hush of light - like it paused before speaking after years of silence.
And yet -
Still, Selena stayed just as she was.
Breathe first. Wait before moving.
One move ahead.
Her wrist turned.
The blade turned - once. Again. A third spin. Then still.
Not every turn aimed at spectacle - each moved with care. As Lior struck, power curled past her steel, much like a stream skirting rock. Shifted off course, it lost strength. Gone bit by bit, as if never there.
It stayed under her control.
She dismantled it.
