Dark aura emitted from the large entity's figure but the feeling was akin to when he had met the Void in the void space and Killian felt safe.
Its long dark hair fell over his shoulders in waves as it hugged him from behind.
Then it asked what it had been called.
"Swords," the words left Killian instinctively. "A horde."
The vortex grew even wider, earning cries from the panthers who could sense their death.
Stretching to almost five times the width of Killian's back, the vortex birthed dark ominous swords.
They slid out of the vortex glowing with dark mana, coating their blades. Their edges were rugged, carved like the untamed edges of flames, while sharp as the end of an ancient weapon.
A horde of the blades appeared behind him, pointing at the panthers who were raised above Killian to perfect the view.
