"Now!" Gorvo shouted.
The shield came down, and his sword flashed; silver energies rose and fell in thin lines that cut every way into the room. Most of the shroudss were cut away into tiny pieces.
"Ah! That's a deadly technique for a tier two. Even I don't want to be caught by it." A voice said somewhere in the room; neither man nor woman. The dark shroud started to get thicker again, covering the room like a thick cloud.
Kyrexiel raised his brows at Gorvo as he brought up the shield again. "Impressive. You've refined your sword again just after how many weeks?"
Gorvo shrugged. "I've had a bit of training and I talked with Kagerou." His had now compressed his "sharpness" making his sword intent faster and sharper.
Flynn hissed. "We have to get out of this room."
