Novel & Cerita Beyblade Metal Tip

“But not until after the Viper has been taken down. She’s his neck mark. His last mark.” I turn to him, shaking my head. “Do it yourself. He’s not going back–” “Don’t touch it!” Misty screeches, and we both whirl to the bloody scene in front of us. Blake brushes past me, his body suddenly lighting from within as his powers surge, drawn to whatever just fell from Soren’s arm onto the floor. Blake grabs a circular ball of silver with his bare hands then suspends it with a burst of his magic, pressing it tightly into a shield of what I only describe as starlight.

Please. *Answer me.* The Scorchmark *cracked.* Not breaking. *Opening.* A seam appeared in the black glass. Widening. And from within— *Light.* Not silver. Not red. *Both.* Intertwined. Spiraling. *Beautiful.* The light surged upward. Coalesced. And when it faded— A blade remained. Hovering above the crack. Waiting. It was *magnificent.* The metal was dark—almost black—but traced with veins of silver and crimson that pulsed like a heartbeat.