Asher Lane stood before me, sweat beading on his forehead as he held up his glowing energy dagger. His expression was a mixture of smug pride and desperate determination.
"Behold the Light Dagger of Water Severance," he announced, his voice carrying across the hushed crowd. "This technique has been passed down through generations of the Lane Family. Only those with exceptional talent can manifest it."
The dagger pulsed with unstable energy, casting eerie shadows across his strained face. I studied it carefully, noting how the spiritual energy condensed and shaped itself around his will.
"No outsider has ever witnessed this technique and lived," Asher continued, clearly enjoying the gasps from the onlookers. "Consider yourself honored to die by it, Liam Knight."
