Bab 121: Prince Michael Vs Eryndor Thorne (Part-2)

"This should be enough of a warm-up, Prince Michael," Eryndor said, breaking the silence as they stood on opposite sides of the arena.

"Yes, it is enough," Prince Michael replied confidently. "I'll let you go first. Show me how strong the Thorne family's swordsmanship is."

Eryndor's eyes gleamed with determination. "As you wish, Your Highness." 

Eryndor took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing as he focused all his energy. His sword glowed with a faint grey light, and the air around him seemed to be still in anticipation. The crowd watched in hushed silence, feeling the tension build as the young swordsman prepared to demonstrate the full might of the Thorne family's swordsmanship.

The grey aura enveloped Eryndor's sword, resonating with a power that was unmistakably Sword Aura. The moment he unleashed it, swords within a five-kilometre radius began to hum with excitement, and the very space around him seemed to tremble in response.