"What happened?"
Nia naturally wouldn't listen to Ash. She brushed off Ash's hand and widened her eyes to see what was happening on the mountain.
But the spectacle before her eyes made her pinch Ash's face hard: "Am I dreaming?"
"You should pinch yourself..."
Ash turned his head, seeing at the end of the halo on the mountain top, a crystal sword light piercing the sky, pure and radiant, shimmering with a blue luster. Even from a distance, the sharpness of the sword light seemed pressed against Ash's pupils, causing him a piercing sensation all over his body.
This is a miracle only a Sword Master can create, a volcano formed by thousands of swords, pressing down the chaotic white mist, and the boiling black sea dared not stir waves to disturb it.
Yet, as a fellow Sword Master, Ash instantly discerned the terrifying beauty hidden within.
Zheng!
