Murphy walked out onto the spacious balcony.
The morning breeze, carrying a slight chill from the mountain peaks, stirred his silk nightrobe.
Below were overlapping white roofs and stone corridors. Farther out, the crisscrossing streets of the Holy City Basin were visible, along with faint plumes of smoke rising from the distant factory district.
He didn't hesitate, nor did he alert anyone.
With a mere thought, a faint Dark Gold glimmer enveloped him. His form then transformed into a streak of Dark Gold light, like a sword's rainbow, and shot from the balcony. It tore through the sky, speeding toward the northeast.
This was the art of Sword Flight.
With the formation of his Dao Body, Murphy had become much like a Flying Sword. He produced no sonic booms or shockwaves unless he manifested an attack to interact with the material world.
Even now, flying at ten times the speed of sound, he was nothing more than a fleeting trace of Dark Gold light in the sky.
