"Art of War."
The ground beneath Samuel's feet began to fracture, lines of energy spiderwebbing outwards as shockwaves erupted. A mix of dark green and red essence, pure, raw energy, surged from his body, flowing down from his arm and into his blade. But then, abruptly, it stopped. Samuel cursed, calling out "Aegirion!" multiple times. Frustration twisted his facial features, and then he shouted, his voice echoing through the palace courtyard...
"Aegirion! In the name of the All-Father Arithmos, the God of War, I command you to unleash the 'Art of War'!"
Boom!...
