The Sword Path III

He came like a falling sword piercing through the clouds like the looming sword of Damocles, judgment pulling all of the various laws throughout the atmosphere together to create a sort of translucent sphere around the edge of his blade. It was the spatial door behind him, tearing the fabric of space and time, that had told Zariel he had teleported to them. 

"ZARIEL!" Beowulf announced, like the clap of thunder, tearing the bark from off trees, indenting the sand to form a crater around Zariel, as he stood with his head arched towards the falling star. How he had been discovered, he could not say, not that it mattered, as he watched the spherical mass around his blade glow so brightly it lit the seas ablaze.