(Rachel's POV)
Slash!
A student's eyes widened in shock as the barrier device activated and she was transported back to the ship before she was even aware of the attack.
Rachel stood proudly at the shore of a lake but there was irritation in her eyes as she glanced at the weapon in her hand.
"It doesn't feel right…" Rachel muttered softly as she held the sword in her grasp and swung it around a few times.
Sword cultivators channeled their qi into their personal weapons to perform attacks and this created a spiritual bond between the weapon and the wielder.
Modern science had long disproved the theory of weapon spirits, but each sword cultivator spoke about their blade as if it were alive.
Rachel's sword was one of the thirteen holy blades of the church and it had been her partner ever since she was chosen as a saint candidate.
