Lin Mu raised his left hand.
From the Sword Cradle Divine Sheath on his back, a second blade answered his call.
Ocean Raker.
The sword shimmered as it flew out, its blade wreathed in a serene yet terrifying flow of an ocean made from sword qi. Deep blue energy laced with threads of silver trailed behind it like a comet's tail, humming with tranquil death.
Together, the twin swords hovered on either side of the floating Lin Mu, Afternoon Pine to his right, Ocean Raker to his left. One golden like a sun-kissed pine at dusk, the other as deep and fluid as the sea itself.
With a calm breath, Lin Mu extended both hands. His eyes, twin points of clarity and fury, reflected the mirrored blades now angled toward the castle below.
"Sever," he whispered.
The two swords moved.
No, danced.
A golden-yellow arc and an ocean-blue wave carved through the air. They traced opposing half-circles, closing inward like the blades of a heavenly guillotine.
