As the smoke and dust subsided, Arthur's eyes were free to explore the destruction. His gaze darted from place to place, observing the decimation with narrowed eyes. Yet, internally, his shock was beyond belief.
However, despite the ruin, Arthur's heart was as tranquil as it could be. The Spirit of the Blade Sovereign promptly disintegrated into white particles, merging with the atmosphere while displaying a melancholic expression.
Arthur plopped down atop a rough patch of dirt, assuming a meditative stance as calmed the raging energies swirling around within his body. Once he was done, a sense of exhaustion assaulted him.
'I can use this ability once, maybe twice a day,' Arthur concluded, leaning on a nearby boulder. He'd only performed the first movement, yet the headache that arose shortly after was practically mind-numbing.
