FORMLESS SWORDPLAY

In the stillness of the night, Kaelen stood alone on the cliff's edge, his gaze cast downward at the forest of Veilwood stretched below like a sea of shadowed green. His grip tightened around the hilt of the Blade of Eternity, and he adjusted his stance, sinking into a battle posture. The cliff's silence was all-encompassing, broken only by the faint rustle of the wind as it swept across the trees and brushed against him in gentle waves.

Kaelen's focus was absolute, his mind and body in harmony as he channeled his remaining mana into a calm, concentrated aura around himself. With each steady breath, he felt the faint, tantalizing edges of something profound – a connection to his sword dimension that had remained elusive until now.