Novel & Cerita 7 Swordsmen Of The Mist

The sound echoed through the crystal hallway. Every step perfectly synchronized. Amara’s heartbeat quickened. The figures emerged from the silver mist. One. Then five. Then twenty. By the time they fully stepped into the light… More than a hundred warriors stood before them. None of them breathed. None of them blinked. They wore ancient silver armor engraved with the crest of the First Dawn Kingdom. Each carried a crystal spear. Their faces were pale as marble. Their eyes glowed with soft blue light. “They’re…” Kael whispered.

With King Ozar at the front, he is at the centre of it all—his anger is a catalyst for chaos. We burst into the courtyard and there, the world tilts on its axis. I have known this courtyard to be a serene space but it is now a battleground, a maelstrom of steel and flesh. At the heart of it all is Magnus, my brother. As soon as I set my eyes on him, he finds mine too. His form is as imposing as a mountain, surrounded by a tempest of steel - the Mistwalkers. The Mistwalker wolves are cloaked in dark, ethereal robes that could blend in with the shadows if any were. They can fool one so easily in those robes but out of it, they are beastly wolves who are honed for combat. They are known for the

There was no answer, but he almost heard Drusden’s slimy chuckle echoing from his hidden throne. Fog Haemos charged again, his misty blade a blur. Gildeon tightened his grip on his flame-forged sword, waiting. At the last second, he shifted his weight and brought his blade up at an angle, smashing the flat of his sword against the underside of Fog Haemos’s weapon. The force jolted up his arm, but it worked—the mist blade twisted, the grip slipping into the ghostly figure’s hand. Gildeon withdrew his flame sword and stepped into the motion, his shoulder driving forward. His elbow slammed into Fog Haemos’s jaw. The impact was solid, a wet crunch where mist met muscle.

Feigning a trip and a dramatic lurch forward as her heel got caught on an invisible barrier, the glass in her hand tipped forward, sending the crimson-hued liquid all over a certain girl’s white dress. Blair gasped and staggered back as the wine hit her, leaving her slack-jawed and staring at her ruined outfit. It was a look so pleasing Taliana would have it on loop in her mind for the rest of the week, bound to cheer her up in any situation.

“So let me get this straight, we have a chance at actually killing Malek while he’s in this state?” “Well….” She dragged the word. “It kind of could work. We could kill him, he’s very vulnerable right now. But he has a lot of guards that we would have to get through. And they are all hybrids. Not just werewolves, but they were all bitten so they are half vampires as well,” she explained. He swallowed hard, once hopeless but now filled with a lot of hope. He needed the omega to hear this. This could be it. This could be their way of winning the war before it even starts. This could be the way the white-haired Luna could fulfill her destiny.

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

" I just nodded then we went back to the room to sleep, when morning came I came home because that's where Eros will pick me up. I just did my Morning Routine, feed Fat Zari then wait for Eros to arrive. I sighed when I looked at the wall clock, it's already 2pm! Someone knock on the door so I got up from lying down and looked there, it's Manang. "Someone is waiting for you, He said his name is Eros" Manang said "Yeah, please tell himto wait." I said then close the door. I picked up the Black dress then dress up, I also wore a black stiletto heels. When I finished getting dressed, I went downstairs and saw Eros sitting formally on the sofa, he stood up when he saw me approaching.

A boisterous cry rang out as a group of dark formally dressed fighters walked towards the square. Sword sparkles pointed at his throat, lower middle and chest, the brutish man stopped without moving an inch. The frightening part was that two of the blade sparkles that were pointed at him were significantly longer than his own. The proprietors of those blades were most certainly Three Star Silver Swordsmen. The couple of different men who accompanied the brutish man speedily endeavored to conceal their weapons.

POINT YOUR SWORD TO ME CHAPTER 39: The Spar Dallan helplessly looked at the prepared empress. She felt as if she was going to die right now. On the other hand, while Dallan was having anxiety, Miles was the only one calm. He put his sword away and tightened the grasp of his real sword around his waist. He glimpsed at the two women, who were looking at each other. He couldn’t figure out what was on their heads as these two women are surely unpredictable.

She took the blade again and swiftly cut her wrist without showing even an ounce of pain on her face. The water began to color red and she lay there with her head on the edge, a serene smile played on her lips. One wondered is this how death feels? Like a happiness after ages? Like perfectly cold water after a long run? Like life was never meant to be? ***