Two threads were a manageable number for Adam that he could control with fairly high precision.
He long ago discarded thoughts of fully wielding fifty threads or more, for now, it was beyond his power.
But, training, as well as his Second Order, allowed him to deftly control his Initial Order in such a reduced but no less powerful version.
Whooooooosh.
Two threads of their master's will tied around Adam's wrist exiting beneath his palm. He gripped his new weapon tightly, feeling the weight of the thick and dense threads made from energy meant for a dozen of them.
Fromund blinked a few times with his eyes wide open.
'Right... Considering what I saw before, it's no surprise that he has now summoned the threads to fight me.'
Then, his gaze lingered on the silver threads for a long time.
'Hmm... There are only two. To be honest, I thought that these were just the first, that there would be many more later.'
