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The entire thing, pommel to point is black, and the only color is a trio of red rubies that sit at the top of the cross guard. "It's beautiful...thank you" I say, she looks at me expectantly, and then eyes the larger box. I already have an idea of what it will be, but I still want to cry as I find a set of twin blades, the coloring the exact same, with the 3 rubies, in the box. "If I were to hug you, would you rip my arms off?" I ask her, choked up with emotion. I can't believe she was so thoughtful...even if she had agreed to train me I would have happily used whatever was readily available in the weapon storage for the army.

This blade was named Chaos Blade, the symbol of the garrison leader, and it didn't belong to Adrian. Yet, in such a critical moment, he had managed to call upon it. As soon as the Chaos Blade appeared in Adrian's hand, his aura surged, filling the air with sizzling sounds. When his intensified aura covered the blood-red ghostly hands, sounds of sizzling echoed through the air. The ghostly hands began to melt away at a visible rate, just like the earlier Blood Specters.

Noelle was here? Her opponent's ginger waves were contained by a ponytail. She donned her dusty, orange-tinged armor that had seen much blood; her dark wings were spread apart, challenging Noelle. She stood tall with her orange staff, so full of darkness that you could see the black mist steaming from her staff.

Everyone was waiting for him when Chris arrived at the Banyan tree; the old tree was so luscious with its branches spreading in all directions almost forming a flat ground for those gathered to sit comfortably and rest or do whatever took their fancy. “My Lord, you’re here?” Night Blade’s second in command stood as he saw Chris walking up to them. He too was dressed the same as them with the only difference being his mask where the detailing had gold in addition to purple and silver. Without the cape, in the darkness, no one could tell the difference unless they had enough time to take in the details of the face mask.

I cry out and barrel toward the dark soldiers that stand between me and Aodh. Aodh stood behind his soldiers waiting as if he had all the time in the world. The swords in my hand glinted with the reflection of the light that struck around us. The inscriptions on my blades began to glow adding a hue of green to the orange, making them appear as if they had come alive and had a mind of their own. I let out a howl full of emotions, a call to those who could hear. That I would avenge the kingdoms, the shifters of this realm, that I would end the carnage and suffering Aodh had brought with him.

Like they knew what had been done to me like they’d helped arrange it. Lucian exhaled hard, raking a hand through his hair. “Then we don’t ask. We interrogate.” We. That word steadied me. It didn’t erase the bruises beneath my ribs or the burn of shame curled behind them, but it made them bearable. I wasn’t walking into this storm alone. “I need my blades,” I said. “And something to wear that doesn’t smell like blood and wardfire.” He helped me dress. Together, we wrapped my ribs and layered me in black—not mourning, not surrender, but armor. I pulled my cloak tight and braided my hair back from my face, hands trembling only slightly as I tucked a blade into my boot.

“I’m Julius. This is Liam and Mark. We’ll be your opponents since you fools thought you could just walk in and win.” He says it like we’re already buried. I take a long drag of my cigar, blow the smoke right in his smug face, then toss it to the floor. “I don’t need introductions.” I crack my neck left, then right. “I need blood.” I toss my gun aside, unsheathing my twin blades, forged with wolfsbane and reinforced silver. The blades hum. “Let’s dance, assholes.” They move like lightning. Julius lunges for me—fangs bared, claws slicing through the air. I twist, barely dodging as he rakes a claw across my chest armor. The metal screeches in protest but holds. Bastard has strength.

He looked exactly like a war god from hell. I wasn't dolled up either, I was wearing a golden armor, breastplate and holding a sword, dressed in a proper battle gear. The moonlight cast an eerie glow over the battlefield, the armies of Kovie's kingdom aligned in order, clashing with our forces. Crescent wielded a battle-axe, cutting a path through the enemy ranks. So did Beta Kai; he attacked from behind with great force. I walked through a couple of them and killed the ones I was able to.

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

The secret panel slid back out under my hand. The hellblades glowed before I even touched them, still reacting to Aziz unsettling presence, like sudden heartbeats of red. I lifted them free, one crescent for Eren, one for Pelin. “Take these,” I said. “Keep them on you wherever you go. Neither of you have what I have.” “What do you have?” Pelin asked softly. “Aziz,” I said. It tasted like a confession and a curse. The blades warmed their hands. Red bled into their eyes for a second, quick and eerie. Eren whistled under his breath. “They’re so glowy.”