Ty's eyes sparkled with a mixture of surprise and awe as the dual Kama blades, resembling sickle blades, descended into his hands.
The blades' golden aura shimmered softly, casting a warm glow on his face.
He felt a sense of power and responsibility emanating from them, a feeling both exhilarating and daunting.
Beside him, Todd was enveloped in a cascade of platinum light, a stark contrast to the golden hue surrounding Ty. As the light receded, Todd examined the wooden staff in his hands, metal tips glinting at both ends. A smirk played on his lips.
"Oh, neat; I've always liked twirling sticks," he remarked, his voice tinged with excitement and a hint of nostalgia, perhaps recalling childhood memories.
Meanwhile, Nana watched silently, her expression a blend of awe and contemplation.
In her hand rested a small wand, an orb at its center swirling with blue and red hues, converging into a sharp point of purple at the end.
