Albus gestured with his sword finger, then uttered, "Go."

The crystalline longsword trembled slightly. Without any visible wind-up, it transformed into a streak of azure light, surging forward to meet the three terrifying lightning spears.

Alarion watched in disbelief as the streak moved with a lightness that defied physics. It was so fast his divine sense could barely track its trajectory.

Instead of clashing head-on, the streak flashed through the narrow gap between the spears in the blink