It took Liam Two a while to finish the absorption of the complete sword inheritance and as he did, all the sword Qi in the space and outside where he had gotten Heaven Severance rushed into his body.
The process had taken hours, though his perception of time had become elastic during the integration. The jade slip's contents had flooded his consciousness in layers, each one building on the previous understanding until everything settled into place.
When he finally opened his eyes and lowered the jade slip from his forehead, something fundamental had shifted.
His aura had changed completely. The racial aura suppressiveness remained, but layered over it now was a sharpness that radiated from his presence like he himself had become a weapon.
It wasn't aggressive or threatening in the conventional sense. It was simply an observable fact, the way a blade resting in its sheath carried an implicit promise of what it could do if drawn.
