Thousands of Cuts

Ezra didn't immediately share her experiences with her Advancing. The room was silent as she gathered her thoughts, formulating the best way to describe what transpired and grasp the raw meaning of every imparted lesson and meaningful challenge.

Soon, she sighed, subconsciously gripping the blade fastened against her waist and slung behind her shoulder. Usually, a person would carry no more than two weapons to be wielded at a time… but Ezra held thrice that on her person, each bearing a unique shape.

That had caught Kieran's attention as soon as his psyche returned from the Realm's mystifying embrace. 

He remembered the course of her growth well, beginning with a single two-handed sword and later switching to two single-handed swords. They were lighter, sharper, and favored precision over deep, lethal cuts.