Bg3 Blade Of The First Blood 소설 & 이야기

The First Blade made its eyes burn with ancient rage. Doppel-Lyra screamed, “The First Blade awakens! He will kill the Vessel!” It lunged straight for me. I dodged, the mirror realm’s energy still sparking beneath my skin. The beast’s claws raked the ground where I’d stood, sending shards of black glass exploding upward. Kael twitched on the pyre and muscles were straining against Doppel-Lyra’s magic. His eyes flickered, silver and gold. The bond spasmed through me like a live wire, and I felt the heir pulse warmly, a reminder of what we were fighting for.

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

Blade’s POV I woke up groaning in pain as the first thing I felt was a twinge in the lower part of my back. Then the next bundle of pain came right after from my forehead and when I reached out to it, I felt a bandage around my head. The door opened and although my sight was quite blurry, I could still make out the image of Camila. She had a good scent and was in a different outfit which was a good sign that things were getting better.

He smiled at her, but it appeared to be a mocking smile from afar. Asking, 'Is that all you got?' Her grip becomes tighter. [BLADE LAW] On her other hand, a blade appeared. The blade on her right was burning red, but the new blade appeared to be burning with a bluish flame. She should just give it her all in a situation like this where she doesn't know what to do. {Blade Law (Epic Rank)- According to heaven's law, if the first sword misses, the second sword is a sure hit. Until the skill expires, the user gains Sword Aura.}

I said. "They're weak. But your blood won't kill them. It just weakens them." He said. So I grabbed a large blade out from the back of my pants. It wasn't silver so I didn't have to worry about it hurting me, and I started moving faster than the speed of light, beheading every one of his minions that were on the ground in pain.

he instructed, his voice steady but firm. His team immediately complied, scanning the surgical site with careful precision. Every vessel had to be examined, every stitch secure. Even the slightest uncontrolled bleed could turn into a catastrophe. Marcus observed as his assistants moved efficiently, scanning for leaks, ensuring that no silent danger lurked beneath the surface. The seconds stretched, but soon, the verdict was in—no active bleeding. The bypass held perfectly. It was time to close.

“But I tried to be enough.” She swallows. “Who is my dad?” I knew this was coming. I prepared for it. It still feels like cutting her open with my bare hands. “Your father,” I say carefully, “your father was Richard Blackwood.” Her breath catches. “What?” “Richard Blackwood. Former Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack.” “Eli’s dad,” she says. “Yes.” The color drains from her face. “That is sick,” she says. “That is why you hated us being close.”

No one present—not the three bewildered thugs, nor the whimpering leader, Blade—had clearly seen the move. Skylar Vance’s hand, small and delicate, looked utterly frail, yet it had crushed the muscle and bone of Blade’s thick forearm with casual ease. The sound of splintering bone was relentless, a horrifying, staccato crack-crack-crack that merged sickeningly with Blade’s uncontrollable, animalistic shrieks. Under the weak, sputtering light bulb, the scene was an absolute nightmare.

"You're brain is too minuscule-" Blade jabs his finger at my forehead and my breath hitches as I draw my shoulders up and flinch. I shoot off my swing, my hands burning with the urge to hit him. A shadow on my left moves quick, the light not brightening his skin until he snatches Blade's malicious pointer.

As soon as the blade sliced the Alpha's throat, the lights went out. . TBC