The dry fingers slid through the weapons, selecting a large saber, then shook it forcefully, and swung it to produce a heavy sound cutting through the air.
The quality seems fine, it will do.
The old man nodded, lifted his head, and looked toward the night sky filled with dense clouds. His shriveled chest puffed up as he took a deep breath and exhaled with a sound:
"Ha—"
Silently, the saber in his hand vanished into thin air.
It was as if the sound had been killed, for no thunderous crash could be heard.
In the dark sky, a crooked bolt of lightning shot up from the mountain top, instantly tracing a straight path as it pierced the clouds and created a bizarre large hole before quickly disappearing behind the cloud layer.
Speeding, speeding, speeding—
That streak of glowing light silently broke free from the bondage of gravity, soaring freely until it entered the eternal darkness and vacuum beyond the earth.
It entered the synchronous orbit of the present like a satellite.
