The double sword shined in Rael’s hands, forged entirely of raw Hakana energy. Its blades hummed with restrained fury, streaks of silver-blue lightning arcing across the edges.
Kael had only ever heard of such a manifestation in legends—a weapon formed from one’s pure will and spirit, shaped only by those with mastery beyond the realm of ordinary warriors.
He remembered he had seen his father channel like that once or twice, but now seeing it again reminded him how powerful his father was.
Gabriel sighed heavily, drawing his own blade—a sleek weapon etched with runes of ancient power. “This is madness,” he muttered. “But if we must carve our way in, then so be it. I’ll stand with you.”
Kael’s heart pounded harder. “Wait!” he shouted, his voice cracking through the tension like thunde
