"Solaris, I said."
The words hung in the air like the light blades themselves, sharp and undeniable. Someone's mug clattered to the floor, the sound impossibly loud in the silence.
An older adventurer in the corner whispered to his companion, voice barely audible. "Solaris... the kingdom of light. They say it still exists somewhere, hidden in the clouds."
Let them wonder.
The display of light element—so rare that most people lived their entire lives without seeing it—had planted seeds of doubt. Creating weapons from pure light and doing it instantly? The burly man's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, one of the luminous blades tracking the movement with predatory precision.
Still, skepticism lingered in some faces. Light element users existed, however rare. One talented individual claiming ancient heritage didn't prove anything. Myths remained myths for a reason.
Time for me to show them something. Serpahine thought.
