A streak of light flashed and vanished in an instant.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling clash of Energy.
Only an extremely soft, yet utterly distinct TSS sound.
As if teleporting, the streak of Dark Gold light vanished into the Wizard's chest, piercing his Magic Robe and two invisible Force Fields before exiting through his back.
Trailing a nearly invisible wisp of dim purple light, it returned to Murphy's side in a heartbeat. It hovered there, humming softly, revealing itself to be a Dark Gold Flying Sword of ancient, simple design, its radiance contained within. The blade was immaculate, as if it had never moved at all.
Time itself seemed to have been completely severed by this one strike.
The Wizard remained frozen in place, his hand slightly raised in a gesture of Casting.
