"< Art of the Blade of Chaos: 1st Form >" (me)
"< Life and Death >" (me)
"< Calamity of Swords >" (Ayden)
Our blades meet as he approaches, my dagger containing life and my sword containing death, two weapons and only one blade in an eternal cycle of transformation.
He swings his sword before lunging forward, his sword seeming to lead a sea of swords behind him towards me.
The two blows collide, the pressure of the blow throws me backward and when I realize it, I am in the middle of a desert of dusty crystal, in the skies two planets are shattered and the river of stars is cut, a result of our blows.
My body may appear intact, but my soul was wounded, dozens of shallow cuts and a puncture wound that pierced my soul. The pain was bearable, yet the damage was too great; only my body had a few cuts.
