A Shift in the Grip

Silence surrounded me. The blue mist drifted slowly past my visor. I felt a quiet pulse settle within my frame. Cautiously, I tightened my right hand around the hilt of my translucent blade, testing its balance. The grip answered firmly. I tilted my shield forward, listening intently into the gloom. Beside me, a silent armoured figure stood motionless in the haze. I held my stance, vigilant and ready.