A Whisper Beneath the Roar
"Moonlight Flicker strike…" Shera turned his head slightly, his sharp eyes narrowing as he looked toward Leon and muttered under his breath.
He could tell at a glance that the sword technique Selena had just used belonged to the Amethyst Summit Division's signature art—the Amethyst Mist Swordsmanship.
And that Moonlight Flicker strike… it was clearly derived from it.
But something was off.
His fingers tightened subtly on the armrest.
The flow… the force… the compression of mana—it wasn't the same. This version carried a sharpness that felt almost unnatural, like a blade refined again and again until nothing unnecessary remained. It was faster, heavier… deadlier.
His breath barely a whisper, Shera said the words felt heavier now, different from before.
