Even from afar, the powerful figures present could sense the overwhelming aura radiating from Jaque.
As for John, who stood at the scene, he was completely stunned.
Countless phantom sword shadows swirled around Old Jaque, a manifestation of pure and unfiltered sword aura. Any object that came near would instantly shatter into dust—it was that lethal.
"Come forth, my lady!"
With a low growl from Old Jaque, a mysterious dark-purple radiance erupted from within his body. The light began to condense, forming the image of a sleek, elegant sword—one that shimmered with a sinister and noble hue.
It was a slim sword, dainty and refined. As it flew through the air, it made no sound whatsoever. Even the light seemed to dim wherever it passed, as if it were being devoured by the weapon's presence.
The blade circled around the Divine Serpent Sword and Old Jaque, revolving like a loyal guardian, as though rejoicing in its master's newfound strength.
