Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20160929162749/@comment-25073873-20161021154518

Illya laughed again, as a pair of white wings opened behind her, and she leapt backwards, away from the charge, flapping her wings so she was now airborne. It was a place the spectre could only attack with his ranged attacks, but it wasn't a defensive maneouvre, as Illya's swords vanished and she spread her arms.

The area behind Illya turned white from the opening of the whole Aurora Gate. White ripples seemed to blot out everything behind Illya, as weapons poked through the ripples, all aimed at the spectre. The weapons were all different, all unique. They were artifacts, some well known swords that conquered, some daggers that slayed heroes, some axes of great reknown and fame, and even spears that were gifted by gods to men. And then there were some more, nameless treasures that nobody knew about.

And then all of them were fired in synchrony, a wall of steel, moonstone, glass and whatever else was used to forge the weapons. A torrent of sharp and blunt implements used by both man and daedra to slay each other, and fight enemies. To call Illya's attack a powerful one would have been an understatement, as she unleashed torrential rain, an endless flood of weapons.

A dream was distortable. Illya knew she didn't have such power in real life, and that it was a simulation, but perhaps, the potential was there. Maybe thousands of years later, when she collected all weapons that needed collecting. Not now, but she tasted the power...