Saber - Weak swing

The sword he gripped in one hand radiated the vestiges of a magical brilliance.

Yes, vestiges, meaning—

The faint glow of the sword was the trace of it having been swung, just moments prior. It was an attack far short of the Heroic Spirit’s full strength. Nonetheless, it indeed left its mark on the opera house. The audience seats on the ground level were wildly pulverized. The mezzanine and upper levels had been completely destroyed, and even some of the ceiling had been blasted open, allowing the starry night to peek through. Simply put, the Heroic Spirit had destroyed half of the opera house, which had been the pride of the entire state.

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