Raven stood motionless for a moment, the creature sensing a sudden shift in the atmosphere began to retreat slowly.
She abruptly released her grip on her sword, causing the two gleaming blades to fall, clattering on the ground.
In the next instant, they dissolved into white sparks, returning to the embrace of her soul.
Raven then looked up at the creature, her eyes blazing.
The glow on her body gently faded but continued to flicker.
The truth was.
Raven's ability was not one best suited for swordsmanship.
Of course, what she had just demonstrated were merely body and weapon enhancements. It was the basic effect of her ability.
But the true power encompassed much more than that.
To put it simply.
In terms of talent class alone, Raven was no warrior... She was a Mage.
She extended one hand forward, her eyes shining with a soft light of sublime coldness.
Then she said:
"Light Manipulation..."
