"Open to me… Lilivil!".
In a crescendo of anticipation, Ethan's fervent cry filled the air, reverberating with a resounding power that seemed to command the very elements around him.
As if responding to his call, the vibrant red magic book underwent a mesmerizing transformation, morphing into a mysterious crimson sword that emanated an otherworldly aura.
The sword seemed to beckon to him, its allure irresistible. Ethan seized the hilt without a moment's hesitation, the weight of the weapon balanced perfectly in his grasp.
With unwavering determination and a resolute spirit, he stood poised, his body defying the pain from his injured leg as he balanced on one foot, the injured limb elevated above the ground.
A surge of raw energy coursed through Ethan's being, the red glow of the sword infusing his veins, suffusing his eyes with a crimson hue laced with a hint of darkness.