"He not only survived the marked aura-he used it to break through. Such perception and will are terrifying," Lyra murmured, bright wonder gleaming in her eyes.
‘The Sword Sect just found itself a treasure," Corin exhaled, a pleased smile softening his stern features.
Stillness returned as Jared lowered the sword and stood upright, breath steady, shoulders loose.
At that moment, his aura felt several times greater, black energy curling around him, yet his eyes stayed bright and lucid, no hint of the madness that often stalked those who had gone off the deep end.
He flexed his fingers, marveling at how spiritual energy and marked aura fused as one, each casual movement edged with cutting intent.
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