For a moment, there was an unsettling silence that wrapped the air like a cloak.
The Aerial Corps, marching towards us with their heads leaned over their guns, halted and held their positions. An anticipatory heart drummed faster in that moment of cold reprieve.
Then an azure light gleamed in their glass visors, and they broke into a brutal charge. The first broke away and fell into a feral race, leaping over a great distance and bolting towards us in a single breath.
White Feather stood still, her robes flowing with the gentle ocean wind.
"Lord Cade, I will carve a path for you, and you will walk."
'Uh?'
She extended her hand, and a whirlwind of sparks flew around it, forming an invisible length, then merging into an extremely beautiful silver blade with a guardless hilt that was carved with tiny feathers scattered around it. A chain of three beads dropped from the pommel of the sword.
