His laugh still echoes inside the ears of the soldiers even after he had stop laughing.
Azief sword whistled as it moves slightly like it was cutting the air with each simple movement.
There is wind gathering around him the moment he stands up. It is not like the wind is gathering around him but his internal energy causes it looks like the wind is gathering around him.
The stones around him were grinded by some invisible force until it turns into dust that floats towards the sky
The force of his foot depressed the land on where he is standing.
He tightened his grip on his sword and the wind howls around the sword. One could even hear the cry of the sword.
Azief smiles since the first time he enters the battle.
The sword shakes and trembles and the aura of energy around it was so powerful, that one could see the area around it seems to be spiraling like it is pressured by some powerful pressure.
