Standing still, Hadjar closed his eyes. He ran his hand over Mountain Wind. Only now could he feel the difference between a simple sword and an artifact. It wasn’t anything to do with the sharpness of the blade, or what strength or power it possessed. The difference was in the energy it held inside.
Alas, Hadjar had nothing to compare it to. He felt a stream of energy inside Mountain Wind. Direct and simple, it thrummed inside the blade, creating a dissonance. Now Hadjar understood why his attacks had sometimes been weaker than he’d expected.
Hadjar unsheathed his sword. By sheer force of will, he directed his energy into the blade. An instant later, he got rid of the dissonance and swung his sword lightly. The attack that launched itself from the edge of his blade assumed the form of
