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"𝕳𝖔𝖜 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖎𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖜 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊?" The sword appeared in her hand without a sound.
There was no flash of light, no violent burst of magic. The air around her bent, as though reality itself had been disturbed by something that did not belong to it. A thin line of silver-white light gathered along her palm, condensed into a hilt, and stretched outward until it became a blade.
It was narrow and elegant, built for precision rather than force.
The metal looked almost translucent beneath the light, its surface carrying a faint shimmer like moonlight reflected across still water. Along the fuller of the blade, delicate markings moved beneath the surface-old magic responding to the hand that held it.
𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋-𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋.
*DISCLAIMER: This is a OC fanfic, Aphmau characters belong to her, the art you will see is not mine either.*