When Ash returned to the others they were healed and in better condition. Sylvie smiled and hurried to his side with a look of pure thrill, her wings fluttering slightly as rose-pink light danced across her feathers.
"Master! Just what kinds of power do you wield?" She asked in genuine curiosity that could be seen in her reddish pink eyes—wide, sparkling, reflecting the faint embers still lingering in the air around him.
Kaelthyr himself looked at his disciple in a weird light—grey eyes narrowed, brow furrowed, the faintest flicker of something between awe and exasperation crossing his face.
'This is the second time I've seen that sword concept…' He thought to himself as he couldn't come close to understanding what Primordia Truth was. Him, a being with the Law of Sword completely comprehended… someone with a maxed sword Aura and nearly maxed sword intent.
It was absurd.
Ash shook his head at Sylvie as he spoke.
