The path I forged with [Storm's Path] turned the sand I trod upon to crystals.

As lightning would have stricken any man, so I struck my own brother.

But a split second before I had hit him the woman in the crowd, that my brother had been talking to since the beginning of this fight, yelled out, "USE JUDGMENT CUT!"

Was this a new skill my brother had learned? Or a sort of technique he has kept from me all this time? Training it when I had my eyes turned?

Once again I stood behind him and he behind me, deadly quiet.

I looked down on my blue blade, [Storm's Rage], it complimented [Storm's Path] with the increase of all lightning damage, status effects, and reduced cooldown to all effect-related skills.

There was no blood on it but there was something different.

I knew this blade like I knew my own soul.

There was a cut in its edge. How could this be?

One of the elements of this weapon was [Indestructible]

It required no repairs, no rust would gather on it yet Bovin, my runt brother, damaged it.

In a split second, I turned around with a grin on my face.

He was still standing, again.

This could turn interesting

"What is Judgment cut?" I asked him, "a skill?"

"IT'S NOT THE LITERAL NAME, THE SKILL JUST LOOKS LIKE IT," the woman in the crowds answered for him.

"HEY BOVIN!" she yelled out again, she was starting to get annoying.

"Yeah?" He now answered for himself but it was like he didn't know where he was.

"COULD YOU ACTIVATE [Remote Control] FOR A SEC?" It was like she was getting louder every time she spoke.

"Uh, sure?"

He started to twisted with such unnatural movements.

"That hurts! What is happening?" He said still moving like someone was pulling invisible strings.

Ashe was laughing manically in her seat.

Bovin, out of a tear in the air that opened next to him, drew six different items and threw them on the ground.

A pair of gauntlets, a two-handed hammer, a wooden bow, a strange-looking lute, a few bombs, and a dusty tome.

He, himself, started to glow for a second then had changed into a whole different set of armor.

"HEY YONE," the woman yelled out, I thought she meant me, ”PREPARE YOURSELF.”