The Sword Archon embodied the essence of a sword in every bit of his being. Though he didn't physically manifest a sword in every part, he carried its very principle inside and outside of him.
With the ability to manifest the sharpness and cutting edge of a sword to an astonishing degree, there seemed to be no limits to how far, deep, and fast he could cut through things. He had even achieved the remarkable feat of cutting through space, a triumph reserved for only a few exceptional sword masters.
Raith remained astonished, torn between his desire to confront the Archon and the potential cost he might suffer.
He sighed and placed his hands on his hips shaking his head with a soft chuckle. This chuckle caught the attention of the Archons, leaving them wondering what he found amusing.
"You have the luxury to laugh. The next time I won't miss it."
Raith looked up, he was still smiling as he responded to the sword archon.
