"Swordcraft: One hundred blade cuts!" Zamira's voice echoes through the air as she swiftly unsheathes her sword in a blur of motion, too fast for the eye to follow. The gleaming blade cuts through the air with such speed and precision that it appears as if multiple slashes have been unleashed simultaneously. Lines of blood aura erupt from her sword, soaring into the sky before converging upon the floating swords above.
In a spectacular collision, the floating swords dissipate, their ethereal forms vanishing into thin air. The atmosphere crackles with the energy of the clash, the remnants of the swords dissolving into the surrounding air.
But Zamira is far from finished.
With a fierce determination burning in her eyes, she tightens her grip on her sword again and channels the power of her blood aura once again.
