Slowly, deliberately, Gladius rose to his feet. His movements were fluid and graceful, betraying none of the monumental change that had just occurred within him.
He clenched his fist, condensing his spirit sword into corporeal form within his palm. The blade gleamed with an otherworldly radiance, a sheen of glistening white that spoke of power beyond mortal ken. Waves of energy rolled off the sword, each pulse exponentially mightier than before.
Gladius marveled at the sensation coursing through his body. He felt as light as a feather, almost weightless. It was as if gravity itself held no sway over him, allowing him to step upon the very air without resistance.
Simultaneously, a new layer of sword energy fused seamlessly with his being, amplifying his already formidable power by dozens of degrees.
"I've done it," he whispered, a rare note of awe in his voice. "The Cloud Sword Force... it's mine to command."
