Lirian pressed on the blades and borrowed on the force the adapts were placing on their swords to fasten their destruction.
Creak, Crack.
The cracks ran across the entirety of the blades and shards started to splinter from the weapons, not even the aura of the two adapts was enough to protect the weapons in hand.
They watched as the two priceless weapons crumbled to pieces, weapons that house Kurt had spent fortunes and countless time to accrue, they were forced to watch as the weapons were effortlessly broken to pieces.
When the cracks where full, Lirian released his iron like grip from the blades, and the blades started to fall apart like a shattered mirror.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
Suddenly another bell started to ring, but was the main bell of the city, the one that could be seen from every part of the city.
