I raised the blade and pointed it at the figures rushing below. My voice was low when I called the skill.
"[Sword Art: Rushing Rain]."
The air behind me rippled. Essence twisted, thin blades of light and shadow taking shape until the sky bristled with thousands of swords. They hung there for a breath, a silent storm waiting to fall.
I gave the command.
The swords plunged.
They tore through the air like a downpour, black lines carving straight into the capital. Roofs shattered. Streets split open. Stone and soil burst apart as the blades hammered down without pause.
Masters ranked individuals from all factions tried to scatter, but they were too slow. A dozen vanished under the first wave, bodies shredded before they could even cry out. Buildings crumbled as clean cuts split through their bases, collapsing them in plumes of dust.
