Blade Of Agony 소설 & 이야기

Not with Nova and Isla behind me, not with Blade at my side. Blade’s strikes were brutal, calculated, forcing it to split its focus. Every time it committed to one attack, we met it with another. I could see the frustration building—an unfamiliar expression for something that seemed unstoppable. And then, the first real opening appeared. Its arm overshot, leaving its side exposed. I drove my knife deep, twisting, and felt resistance give way. A hiss, a howl of fury—but it staggered. Nova gasped, clutching Isla tighter.

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.

Features too smooth, too perfect, eyes too dark. “You’re desperate,” it said softly. Kael’s jaw clenched. “Yeah,” he replied. “And you’re in my way.” The figure’s smile widened. “Good.” The shadows moved again. Faster than before. Kael barely raised his blade in time. The impact sent a shock through his arms, forcing him down to one knee. The pressure was immense, like holding back an avalanche with nothing but steel and willpower. “You can’t win,” the entity murmured. “Not like this.”

The pain of it was a physical white–hot agony in my shared chest. The hesitation was all Blade needed. The curse, fed by that fresh, devastating pain, surged back with a vengeance. The grey in his eyes vanished, swallowed by the violent red-blue. *I’LL SHOW YOU STRONG!* With a snarl that held no humanity, Blade’s clawed paw shot out. It wasn’t a swipe to wound. It was a killing blow. Fast, brutal, final. The girl’s whimper was cut off. Silence, except for the drip of the rain and Blade’s heavy panting.

He said it belonged to the ones who were willing to listen. He reached down and picked up one of Laila’s fallen silver blades with his trembling hand. He didn't point it at the creatures. He drove the point of the knife directly into his own palm, his silver blood coating the old steel. The blade didn't remain dark. The moment his blood touched the metal, the silver ignited with a brilliant, sapphire blue light that was so intense it tore through the yellow fog like a laser beam. The frequency didn't just hum; it screamed. A shockwave of blue resonance erupted from the knife, striking the skeletal creatures and turning their black glass bodies into a fine, harmless powder that was instantly

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

Another alphas saw that. I was going to go right away but Argus immediately ran to Blake's place. And I almost shout when he pulled out a knife. I immediately ran, not only me, because Ayessa also ran. But we were pushed back when Argus let out a strong wind. Argus lifted the knife and took Blake's hand which was now purple as well. Argus immediately stab Blake's finger causing me to throw my sword at him. And I almost killed Argus when Blake fainted in his arms.

But another rhythm pulsed beneath it. My child’s. The realization slammed into me with the force of a tidal wave. If I were to die right now, so would my child. That wasn’t an option. I lunged again, even as my muscles screamed. I caught the silver blade between my palms, heat blistering instantly. Pain ripped through me, but I didn’t let go. I twisted, kicked the rogue’s knee, and sent him crashing to the ground. The blade clattered from my burning hands. I couldn’t breathe. My palms smoked, skin hissing as silver burned into it.

He stepped forward immediately, face contorted in a livid scowl as he struck the Reverend who defended with crossed cracked veils twice in annoyed rage. The High blade attacked with another Most Reverend in toll, forcing Berlak back just as the priest’s veils shattered under the blow and Berlak’s sword bit into the flesh of his shoulder. Surprisingly, Berlak took his sword with him as he was forced back, ripping the inflicted wound apart and leaving a far messier cut than it should have been.