Preeyonka raised her cracked sword above her head with both hands, and divine power began to pour into it like water filling a cup.
The weapon started to glow brighter and brighter until looking at it directly was like staring into the heart of the sun. The pattern along its length began to move, crawling across the metal like living things, rearranging themselves.
"Keth'moara's Judgment!" She cried and brought the sword down in a strike that seemed to tear a hole in the void.
It was the technique her father had given her. She didn't have a chance to use this technique before, as it was very powerful and she didn't meet anyone that strong to use it against.
The attack was aimed at Jolthar and the whole surroundings around him.
The energy was blowing off of the broad as it moved in her hand; she was in a stance that showed she was fully in control of the powerful weapon.
Jolthar squinted his eyes, seeing the change in the air between her and the broadsword.
