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Little Bird gently raised her fingertips, and the microscopic fluctuations of Atomic Reconstruction spread silently outward. The oddly shaped Phantom dagger in Moyana's hand dismantled itself amid vibrations too rapid for the naked eye to discern. Its metal structure rearranged itself as though alive, transforming in an instant into two short, compact sleeve blades fitted snugly against her wrists.
Moyana gripped her new blades, unable to hide the excitement in her eyes. Her wrists flicked, the edges hissing softly through the air, their cold gleam sharp as frost. She drew in her arms, and the sleeve blades vanished into her cuffs. When she extended them again, cold light flashed forth, every smooth extension and retraction revealing their deadly edge.
Next, Little Bird turned her gaze toward Feiying nearby. She used her ability again, dismantling and reconstructing the original Dual Blades into eight small, lightweight Phantom throwing knives, then handed them all over to him.
Feiying's eyes lit up, and his breathing quickened. The eight throwing knives spun rapidly between his palms, their green glow weaving into a mesmerizing halo like a fluttering swarm of butterflies. With a sharp flick of both hands, eight afterimages tore through the air. Several muffled thuds followed as the knives sank deep into the stone wall ahead, burying themselves up to their handles without budging.
"This sharpness..." Feiying walked over in wonder, pulled out one of the throwing knives, and examined it closely. "Throwing them away after a single use like before would be such a waste. I'll attach retrieval wires so I can pull them back and reuse them."
"Does anyone else need one?" Little Bird looked around, her gaze passing over Music King, Song King, and Sparrow King Shanlanque.
Shanlanque stepped forward, her voice calm but carrying a trace of solemnity. "Give