When Rook called out, "Blade, come forth!", the sound of a sword being unsheathed echoed through the air.
Ethan's gaze sharpened. Before his eyes, a ten-foot-long blue blade burst forth from the crown of Rook's head, hovering briefly before dropping to the floor.
'Is this... a flying blade?'
Ethan was momentarily dumbfounded. From what he'd seen in movies, flying blades were supposed to be small and nimble. But this guy's flying blade...
The blade was a foot and a half wide, ten feet long, and five fingers thick—practically like a door panel. Even in the virtual world of Ethereal, there weren't greatswords this massive.
On the platform, Samuel Wynn covered his face the moment he heard his son call out, "Blade, come forth."
He knew exactly what his son's blade spirit looked like.
