Slowly, Nexus' hands pulled away from each other- and gradually stretched outwards- parallel to each other- towards the gyrating octopus above. In Stacy's eyes, strobes of forked lightning flashed- as bright white sparks cackled from Nexus' fingertips.
The sword above him shimmered into life- glistening wickedly against the silvery moonlight- hanging upside down like an inverted coss.
Stacy's jaw dropped. Her heart raced within her;
'That is one huge fuckin' sword. . .'
It was almost as tall as her. And five times as wide as any regular blade. The hilt was broad- too broad for any single human to wield- and it floated above Nexus' head- hovering silently- sending ripples of his mana vibrations through the air. In a shaky breath, Stacy gulped- causing her eyes blink.
Instantly, she regretted it.
