"How improper."
Akiol's eyes adjusted, "This is-!"
"You've come this far and haven't realized it yet? Can you not fully comprehend this power you now wield?"
A murky figure stood proudly. Yet their eyes held scorn, "The last of our legacy has gotten this far, a miracle considering how poorly it's done."
"What are you talking about?"
"Aura. You've trained it to this point without proper mentoring. That is deserving of praise. You've created a sword art beyond comprehension. This I am in awe. Yet despite all of this, you rely on the image you have created?"
A pang of pain flooded Akiol's mind. The elder-like figure rolled his eyes, "You wish for power. You want to grow higher. Yet you persist on taking the most foolish path! Tell me, where do you think this strength comes from?"
"I- what are you talking about?", Akiol struggled to comprehend it all.
"Aura! Where do you think it sources from?!"
"Some spirit? Stars said something about it being linked to the soul."
