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"Jack wolf, please!" With a surge of adrenaline, Jack Wolf summoned every last ounce of strength. The spear shone brighter, its power surging through him like a river of light. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as Jack Wolf's grip tightened, the spear's tip pressing deeper into his chest. The dark magic swirling around him began to falter. Eryndor stood on his ground. The air was electric with the clash of steel and the scent of sweat and blood. Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss.

Sebastian hesitated slightly at her words, then gently placed his hands on Lily Moon's slender waist. As their hands touched, he could feel Lily Moon's delicate body trembling ever so slightly. "Senior Sister, this is much better," Sebastian teased. "Well... that's good. I'll start moving. It'll be fast; if you're uncomfortable, just endure it." Hearing this, Sebastian felt a bit awkward; his mind had wandered. He was guilty and wanted to make amends. Without further delay, Lily Moon, with a wave of her jade-like hand, summoned a slender azure sword that swiftly expanded into a broad-bladed giant sword, cutting through the air like a swift goose and heading towards the distant horizon.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

“But this blade also shapes according to the wielder. Am I right? And it’s Katana for her. She must have been trained by a great sensei.” “Yes, she is.” “It means, I know how to handle a sword, Baldy.” “No, doubt, sweetpea.” “She’s right, Archie. You might wanna step away from her and give her a little space to breathe. Trust me, that blade can turn you into ashes in a second. And she’s fast.” “Lucky you. She’s a Nephilim. Does she get her wings already?” “Whoa. Wait.” I faced Archibald. “What do you mean by already?”

I gazed into his dark eyes, staring distinctively at the tides of fear. How had he gotten his right hand cut despite the amount of people here? Such a fatal cut that kept dripping had to either be new or have a very strong technique attached to it. “Kyle,” I grabbed him by the hand. He groaned, the cut now glowing with flames emanating from his flesh. I smelled sword aura; flame sword aura to be precise. It was rare and could only be harnessed by elemental, rare, and strong wolves who had ki and could beat the heat produced.

The absolute stillness crept down the blade toward Jack's hands. "Your kinetic actions are illogical. Yield to the format," the Weaver droned, raising another arm to pierce Jack's chest. "Jack! It's an absolute zero conceptual lock!" Haley screamed weakly from the corner. "You can't fight it with force! It just cancels it out!" Jack let go of the frozen sword, ducking under the Weaver's lethal strike. He stepped back, his mind racing. The Sentinel had been vulnerable to economic inflation, but this Weaver was different. It wasn't a soldier; it was an archivist. It was organizing reality into files.

Claim. I ran my hand across the hilt of my sword, feeling its familiar weight. It had been by my side for longer than most of my generals had lived. Sharp, unyielding, obedient to the hand that commanded it. Like me, it was honed for dominance, for control, for inevitability.

Before Killian could reset his guard, the sentinel swung its massive, three-pronged clamp downward, catching the broadsword’s thick blade and snapping the five-foot steel bar in two as if it were dry pine. Killian didn't break stride. Abandoning the broken hilt, he dropped low beneath the follow-through strike, surging upward directly into the sentinel’s chest. He slammed his radiant left arm—glowing with the absolute, blinding white-hot brilliance of the sovereign fire—flat against the construct’s central chest plate.

They could only stare at him unhappily. However, Ao Yi did not care about the looks of these people at all. He chuckled and continued, "You are a bunch of frogs at the bottom of a well. Forget it. I'm in a good mood today. I'll give you bunch of useless things a look and broaden your horizons." After saying that, Ao Yi activated his Divine Sense and a purple longsword suddenly appeared in his hand. When they saw this sword, many people did not know it, but the spirit energy and strong aura it contained also let them know that it was definitely not an ordinary thing.

Very new knowledge. He presented it to them on a table on the first day of the sword; all five pairs of veils. While the others were distinguishable only by their hilts and scabbards, Sethlzaar's stood out in both shape and size. They had found it strange even before they picked their veils. Its weight, now possibly tripled upon itself, left Sethlzaar's hand feeling heavier than they ever had. How the seminary expected them to fight bearing such weights was unreasonable. Still, Father Ordan had them relearn command of it.