Anfey remained still, and the wind blades rearranged themselves together. The blades wove together tightly and formed a large, circular formation, then began to spin. It was very fast. The edge of the formation was blurred and it made a high pitched screech.
The swordsmaster saw that Anfey had disappeared and a strange swirl appeared. He was shocked. However, he knew that he did not have another choice, because he heard his companions dying. He had to keeping going because it was his last chance.
Three sword radiances hit the swirl, but all three were swallowed by the blades. The swordsmaster couldn’t tell how many of the blades he actually destroyed. It didn’t matter. Compared to how many blades were there, the amount he destroyed was still too little. The swirl was not at all affected.
