Arthur, standing at the bow of the "Oriental," stared into the massive vortex with ever-deepening pity in his eyes.
"Disregard the dark world, overlook the earth, and heed the eternal cry——
Swift Bird Swordsmanship. Modified. Open Sea!"
In a soft chant, the bird cry resonated high.
With one call, the sword move took shape.
A White Bird materialized behind Arthur.
The White Bird was enormous, its wingspan almost covered the banks of the Inland River when extended.
The White Bird was sharp, and when it raised its head, endless Sword Qi filled the universe.
Hum!
Hum hum
Hum hum hum!
The sound of sword cries, not from Arthur's sword.
In fact, Arthur held no sword in his hands at all.
His sword had long been in his heart.
He stood there, the very king among swords.
And the rest of the swords naturally bowed in submission.
Those sword cries came from the swords of those around him.
Sheathed swords trembled incessantly.
Drawn swords hung down involuntarily.
