Ethan focused his mind, sifting through every bit of information stored in his memory.
It didn't take much to realize Moonclaw Severance was a powerful ability.
The moment he shaped his intent and channeled his Aura, the snow-covered ground beneath his feet cracked, fine fissures spreading in every direction like frozen webs.
The gold of his aura was swallowed by silver threads, the skill's lunar affinity bleeding through the energy, and his eyes shone intensely, reflecting the very moonlight that had given the technique its name.
He took a single step forward and executed an upward slash.
He held nothing back, pouring everything he had into the swing, eager to discover the maximum number of claws he could summon at his current level of mastery.
His sword cleaved toward the heavens, dragging a torrent of golden aura that then converged in front of him.
