Novel & Cerita Bleach: Shattered Blade

A colossal light sword, ten zhang long and forged from pure moonlight, descended from above, bearing the overwhelming pressure of divine judgment. Ignoring the dark barrier entirely, the sword pierced straight through Blood Axe’s crown, pinning him and the black rune on his body firmly to the center of the platform. Crack. The seemingly indestructible hemispherical dark barrier let out a crisp snap. It shattered like a giant glass dome struck by a hammer, breaking into countless black specks that drifted away and vanished under the moonlight. Blood Axe never got the chance to utter a final scream. His powerful physique disintegrated bit by bit starting from his head. In the space of a single

The blade blazed. Light exploded from the dagger—pale blue, bright as a star, brighter than the sun. The light poured into the shadow, filling its cracks, burning away the darkness that held it together. The shadow screamed—a sound that shook the walls, that cracked the bones, that made my ears bleed.

Zephyr looked at his hands and saw blood making his face contort in worry. "What weapon did she use in inflicting this on you?" Lucian asked, dead serious. Zephyr went to his table and brought out the silver dagger that Bellona had used on him. On seeing it, Lucian gasped. "A silver dagger?" He then carefully took the dagger from Zephyr and examined it. "It was enchanted by a powerful sorceress to kill werewolves especially Alpha's like yourself." At that moment, Zephyr experienced a wave of dizziness and he staggered slightly making him lean on the wall for support.

This was due to the high concentration of the majestic Focus of the sword in it. “How dare you, Zephyr!” Drogo started to curse and scream pathetically when he saw the incoming bladed energy. The bladed energy seemed to have created an ancient milky way galaxy in its wake as it slashed through Drogo. The single stream of bladed energy splitted into many as it ripped across his body. Instantly, his blood sprayed everywhere as he plummeted down to the ground.

she snapped her fingers dramatically. “You’re already a problem, Lola. Just not the academic kind.” She flipped her braids like a diva. “Exactly. Balance is the key.” The fan above us groaned as it turned slowly, like it too was tired of this routine. I let my eyes scan the room. Desks were scattered with wrappers and books half-unpacked. Chalk dust floated through slanted sunlight. Everything looked familiar and slightly drained. Like we were all waiting for the real term to begin.

Nadia’s hands flew. “What happened?” I dropped beside her. “The second compound,” she said, tense. “It’s reacting to the treatment. I didn’t expect this.” Her hands didn’t stop. “Hold him still. Both hands, shoulders. If he moves, this gets worse.” I grabbed Damien’s shoulders and held tight. He was burning up. Skin like fire under my hands. Eyes open but unfocused. The shaking was so rough I had to brace, and I kept my grip, eyes on Nadia, never Damien’s face. I couldn’t afford that.

Kaela’s scream echoed through the fractured chamber, a raw and primal sound that sliced through the veil between worlds. The remnants of the Hollow’s domain twisted and writhed around her, unstable and imploding. Fractured timelines spiraled into one another, collapsing under the weight of what had just occurred. The relic blade trembled in her grasp, still pulsing with the energy of a forgotten age.

Into the blade. Light flooded the black metal, filling the carved symbols. They glowed – wrong at first, resisting – then cracked. A sharp, splintering sound split the air. Mira's eyes widened. "No – " I tightened my grip. Pushed. The gold burned brighter – hotter than anything I'd felt before. The blade fractured. Lines spreading like spiderwebs across its surface – then it shattered. Shards exploded outward. One sliced across my arm. Another caught Mira's cheek.

Simultaneously, the Oculus Blade pulsed with the imprints of the path, and they absorbed the surrounding energy with a certain zeal, transforming them into a colossal sword beam thousands of miles long. The sword beam cleaved thunderously through the sky and earth, bringing forth a mass of destruction. The black claw that had filled the sky shattered into fragments of aura that scattered across the sky. The rainbow-hued sword beam continued its trajectory, sending ripples of dread through the hearts of countless practitioners in the Bleurealm.

*CRACK. The Mirror-Blade didn't just shatter; it pulverized. Shards of vitrified data exploded outward, incinerating into gold dust before they could hit the floor. The Phantom shrieked, a high-frequency sonar pulse of genuine robotic terror, as the feedback from the broken blade tore through her silver-mercury skin. “Aria! He’s at ninety percent!” Kael’s voice boomed through the speakers, his blue waveform thrashing in the wires. “The petrification is anchoring to the valves! Leo, let go of the static! You’re drowning in the mountain!”