The woman trembled fiercely. She hadn't felt this sort of feeling, this sort of instinctual fear, since she was a child, long before she picked up her first sword.
What Ryu had done wasn't as simple as venting his rage with some calligraphy, she could feel that it was much deeper than that. With a single stroke, he had placed an unerasable mark on the Faith and Legacy of this Sky God.
Calligraphy was an enigmatic practice to begin with. But, at its core, it was the process of exuding strength through words.
In Ryu's youth, he had spent a lot of time on the Four Arts not because he was interested in them initially, but rather because in his vast array of knowledge as a Ruin Master, he had come across countless legends related to these four disciplines.
