Bladefall Poe Novels & Stories

The wind whispered through the dense forest as Elior and his companions moved swiftly, putting as much distance as possible between themselves and the collapsed ruins. The sky above had darkened, though no storm brewed—just an eerie, unnatural gloom that clung to the air like a lingering shadow. Elior kept his gaze forward, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of unseen eyes burrowing into his back. Ever since he had touched the Veilblade, something had changed. He wasn’t sure if it was the sword, the vision of the First King, or the revenant’s final words, but the unease nestled deep in his bones refused to leave.

The main cannons, misaligned by the catastrophic drop, fired wildly into the sky, their heavy plasma bolts dissipating harmlessly into the clouds. The severed upper half of the Forge skidded to a grinding, groaning halt barely twenty yards from our barricade, dead and bleeding thick black oil into the street. I severed the connection. The Phase-Blade blinked out of existence. I collapsed backward, gasping for air. Leo and the other Code-Born slumped to the ground, exhausted but unharmed, their sapphire veins dimming back to a soft, healthy pulse. The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the crackle of localized fires burning on the ruined chassis of the Forge.

*Bang* The deflected wind blades did not disappear upon losing their targets. Four struck the ground and created deep pits that could easily bury over ten men! The other two were sent flying into a number of trees, slicing all they came across in half! While Pazuzu’s pet had done a great job, it was still no match for Asherah. How could it compare to a Wind Demon when it wasn’t even an Ascension Beast. Although it had dealt with a few of the wind blades, there were many more left and none of the blades had lost any momentum. Two struck the large cat and tore one of its wings off, causing it to roar in pain as it tumbled onto the ground. *Boom*

"You have to know there's always risk. But maybe... maybe if you prepare, choose your weapon well..." He turned and pulled out a small blade from the desk. Silver, carved with moonruned letters. "I choose blades. No claws. We fight at dawn, near Crystal Falls." Emily blinked. "Blades? That's... precise, less bleeding." He nodded. "It's meant to end when someone yields. Or blood is drawn. Enough to declare a victor." Emily took a step closer, wrapping her arms around his waist. "I wish you didn't have to do this."

If I hadn't stopped that attack, I might have died. Analyze! [Meteor Blade] [A blade fashioned from old stars that have fallen from the sky. It is one of the world's most powerful substances.] "Hmmm...interesting." I then took a glance at the sword I was wielding. There was a minor scratch in the middle. It was at this point that the two blades collided. Despite the fact that my blade was an artefact honed with a Unique rank core, this unrefined blade was able to damage it. "Wise, you there?"

I said. Meridia and I turned around to see undead inklings walking towards us “Fragmenters, undead remnants of Shattered Inkopolis” I said as I grab a fused weapon of the X-Blade from Kingdom Hearts and Dawnbreaker from Elder Scrolls B: Skyrim known as the Blade of Dawn. I look at Meridia holding her beacon filled with her light “let’s deal with these Fragmenters first before we continue” I said.

Where he had stood, only fire-smoke and silence remained. --- I stood over the ruin, shaking, blood soaking my arm, lungs scraping like torn bellows. My wolf pressed its muzzle against my ribs. Nyxara whispered, quiet now: The first god has fallen. The words echoed. The First Blade was dead. By my hand.

"The blue light is getting smaller." "She’s not tired, Pella. She’s looking for the opening," Nomo said, though he wasn't sure if he was lying to the girl or himself. (SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) Sofia felt the Void-Blade whistle past her ear, the coldness of the weapon sucking the warmth from her skin. She blinked ten feet to the left, but Phuwin was already there, his obsidian sword coming down in a vertical cleave that shattered the floor where she had stood a millisecond before.

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.

The seeds were working together as a team in this battle. Moreover, they had various mystical tools, each powerful on their own. Some were even ultra divine artifacts. Blaze was faced with a hard time due to these tools. Within minutes, he was now the defender instead of the attacker. He had put himself in grave danger. “Attack!” A seed from Lao Mountain saw the opportunity and tried to kill Blaze with his sword. Suddenly, a sword came flying out from the void, killing the person in one slash. It was the Immortal-slaying Sword.