The vision of the Sword Saint moved again, this time slower. The man turned halfway, revealing only the faint outline of his face, and then lifted his hand. The air before him shimmered as symbols appeared—ancient runes glowing faintly with divine brilliance.
As Max watched, the Sword Saint began to demonstrate once more, but this time, the movements were deliberate, distinct, and structured. Each swing of his sword carried purpose, leaving behind visible marks of light that slowly shaped themselves into a pattern of techniques.
[First move: Severing Formless Air] – The sword cut through emptiness itself, leaving behind a trail that devoured space.
[Second move: Severing the World's Shadow] – The sword cleaved through all reflections and illusions, erasing everything that imitated existence.
[Third move: Severing Fate's Thread] – The blade struck at invisible strands in the air, snapping them one by one, as though cutting destiny itself.
