Flying Bird and the Reason

Naimus's state at this moment was extremely strange.

This was evident from his appearance alone.

Though he maintained a human form, beneath that form was not flesh, bone, or any of the other common elements that made up a human being.

Instead, it was a mass of black like the cosmic starry sky, dotted with sparks of starlight.

Powerful energy radiated outward from his body, giving off dense Holy Power.

A half-wing unfolded behind him, but it was not the feathered wing of a Prayer-Ascendant Angel. It was a wing of light.

The entire single wing was composed of energy. Brilliant light formed its bones, and from afar it resembled a golden bolt of lightning.

But upon closer inspection, one could see formations and Divine Script upon the light.

In this state, everything around Naimus rapidly began to change.

Naimus stretched out his hand, seeming to grasp something while also seeming to release something.

The rays of light stabbing toward Naimus seemed to come alive in an instant.

They no longer struck. Instead, they broke free of light's restraints and circled Naimus like sprites.

This was the sword formed from the union of most of Naimus's traits—

Sword of Fortune: Ultimate Secret Art: Flying Bird!

According to the path of fate Naimus had previously comprehended,

fate was self-awareness, while fortune was the weak connection between oneself and the world.

Then Flying Bird was a sword that used a Living Soul to grant an artificial soul to an object, and in that process, imparted part of one's own awareness to it.

The moment it possessed awareness, it was no longer merely an object. It became a flying bird.

Naimus used causality and fortune, these strong and weak connections, to link it to himself.

Thus, Saint Vislav's attack had come alive at