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she shouted. “I’m not doing this!” “Yes,” he said. “You are.” The second wave came faster. This time, they attacked. Arin reacted on instinct. Her blade moved. Her body followed. But the power… The power was leading now. Every strike carried more force than it should. Every movement amplified. Unnatural. Uncontrolled. She spun, slashing through one attacker, only to be grabbed from behind. Her elbow drove back hard, breaking free. Another lunged. She didn’t even think.

My heart was shattered, and fear held me tightly. "We'll need to make an effort, Olivia," Scarlett, my inner wolf, remarked, acknowledging our destiny. "What if she's unkind and mean, wanting him and everything for herself?" I asked my wolf. "Then we'll surrender it to her. We can't oppose this. She holds a superior position, and she's his fated. We don't have a fighting chance. We must simply pray that she's kind and compassionate, or a chilly bed will be the least of our concerns, Olibia," my inner wolf said, and I shed tears. It was all overwhelming.

“Awesome really awesome. Crimson blade is really great! You receive a great beat for a while ago and have wound everywhere, yet still have this strength left. But now, you were poisoned.” Zitrey replied monotonously, “Poison can’t kill me.” Slicer laughed, “Ah, I forgot you were a high ranker, just how great your body was. A perfect machine for those geezers indeed.” But in all honesty, Zitrey know her body was already on the limit, she needs to rush up things. She holds Slicer hands strongly and slowly move it towards his body. The point of the blade was facing towards him. Zitrey was planning to stab him with it.

Just being in Lionel’s hand alone sent chills down one’s spine, like an ancient beast about to devour its prey. “This sword is called the Immortal Slayer Blade. It’s an upper-grade fiend artifact. It’s stained with the essence of ancient great fiends and extremely powerful. It’s one of the most precious treasures I possess. “With this knife, you’ll be able to contend with beings in the late Darkness stage, even if you’re at the mid-Darkness stage!” Lionel said excitedly, “I’ll exchange this broadsword for the internal pellet in your hand. What says you?”

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

His blade radiated with an otherworldly light, allowing him to strike from unexpected angles and pierce even the most formidable armor. The harmony of their abilities was a testament to the depth of their bond. Elysia's elemental onslaught set the stage for Soraya's electrifying follow-ups, while Arinna's entangling nature magic created opportunities for Kael's precision strikes. They moved as one, their actions guided by instinct and honed through countless battles.

This would mean his magic had no chance against Shadowhunter. There’s only one way Arth could hold the enemy off. He glanced at Frostcalibur and sighed. “It seems I have no other choice but to go with my blade.” And so he lunged forward, meeting Shadowhunter’s attack, and then a loud clang was created as the legendary sword clashed against the shadow claws.

Archer reversed the threat and cornered Beatrice on the wall with a dagger ready to slit her throat. "Shout and I shall send you to hell. I don't hold back when I'm about to kill but lucky for you, I don't have any speck of desire to slit your throat. You see, the blade of my sword isn't designed for little bitches like you. This is me at my merciful state so, speak and don't let me ran out of patience. Perhaps you should try to find your patience before I lose mine." Archer mastered the art of inflicting fear on anyone and this is just a simple threat from the dragon slayer but the princess is trembling in despair, making her look pitiful.

"Lilah is mine." The weight of his claim settled over the room like smoke. The elders exchanged uneasy glances. The runes in the ancient tome still glowed faintly at the edge of the table, binding us to Mirage's rise. Fate-or the appearance of it-was a weapon few dared to contest. And with his calm certainty, Mirage wielded it mercilessly.

He stepped inside the demon’s swing, pivoted sharply— And drove his blade upward beneath the general’s armor. The steel stopped just short of Kharvek’s throat. Silence fell instantly. The duel was over. Kharvek froze. Adrian held the blade steady. “Yield,” Adrian said quietly. The demon’s jaw tightened. But he finally lowered his weapon. “I yield.” Adrian stepped back. The court erupted again—some cheering, others murmuring in disbelief. High above them, Vaelreth stood slowly from his throne.