"What a high mastery of a Spark Skill," many thought in unison. A few could not keep the thought inside, and the words escaped as a thin whisper while they watched Adyr sheath the blade's hard, precise edge in Sonic Burst.
At that moment, the same question ran through every mind: if a Practitioner could wield a skill with mastery like that, what kind of force would the strike carry? The answer came without delay.
As Adyr saw the Umbraen formation primed to launch their attack, he refused to give them the count. He cut first.
The swing was measured. The angle was perfect. From the black blade's tip, a half-moon of compressed sound tore free and raced downrange.
The first noise was not a boom, not yet. The air parted with a clean, even swish, and only after the arc traveled did the sound climb into a heavy, rolling thunder.
Dust on the marble shivered into tight rings as the crescent skimmed low, fast, and exact, a flawless blade of pressure with no wasted spread.
