The Pleroma’s hand clenched tight around the cylinder and a stalk of blue light appeared. The azure beam smoothly weaved up through thin air as growing liquid light, tumbling over bright strands of itself until it formed into a thick curved shape of a blade. The familiar combination of a rushing river and a crackling fire sang as it roused, humming the soothing tune of the aura blade. It gently illuminated his face cobalt as his eyes burned the same color. Swirling navy blue lines snaked within the burning blade, curling in complex circular patterns, adorning the weapon with manifestations reflecting the same complex emotions cursing through the Pleroma’s soul.

“And we will win!” the Pleroma shouted as the lines twisting through his aura blade spiked with his passion. “Take your positions and take your futures!”

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