Sword Arts were techniques mastered through a deep connection with the blade, drawn from the very essence of the sword and the swordsman's spirit.
Each Sword Art was a powerful manifestation of the user's soul energy, transforming it into a form so dangerous that it could cleave through the toughest of foes.
Kiara had already used two of these arts, but now, her body was starting to feel the toll.
Kiara spun around, her sword a blur in the air. Her eyes locked with those of the Ice Golem for a fleeting moment, but that was enough.
Her eyes sparked with renewed fury. She could feel her palms tremble from the recoil of her previous Sword Arts.
The aftereffects of the intense soul energy she had poured into the strikes were becoming evident—her body was drained, but her will remained unbroken.
'Slash from the Heavens,' she thought, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She forced herself to steady her shaking hands around the hilt of her blade.