Blind Swordsman Elden Ring Novels & Stories

“This is another trump card that I trained with. It was hard to train, but now it's finally obeying my commands." Moving faster than Asher expected for his petite student, Evelyn slammed the sword into Asher’s side. The Laera's hand to hand combat master cried out in pain. “This is a special sword, Master. It doesn’t just slice, it shreds. And it also absorbs some of your magic.” Evelyn swung again, throwing Asher into the air. "Screw this, Soph! I am not going to watch here anymore!" Jennifer shouted as she moved past Sophia. "Jenny!" Sophia called out.

The Elder recited There's not much for him to recite anyway; this stupid idiot in front of me opted for a no-rules battle. That shall always be his biggest and worst mistake. "Kindly choose your weapons." The Elder said monotonously "I'll choose these two swords of mine." Armaros said, unsheathing his two swords that had thin double-edged blades of about 14 metres. The blade was definitely sharpened recently with the way they reflected the light right off them.

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

At the edges of the blade, it is very sharp and bluish silver, while the middle is gold and, when exposed to the moonlight, can emit a sparkling light. Abelard stands with his back to the rock, His right hand holding his sword and his left holding a small knife. Closing his eyes while taking a deep breath, feeling the surrounding air through the passing wind. Abelard’s eyes get opened sharply. His feet hit the ground with all his might to jump over the rock he was behind, a beautiful somersault like a dancing dolphin.

“What’s so funny?” The Blade Sect’s Elder was baffled by James’ sudden laughter. “Nothing.” James calmed down and said earnestly, “I just think it’s a great honor to compete with a great swordsman like you. After you, Sir.” James made a gesture toward the arena. The elder headed to the arena’s center. James followed behind him. The two stood inside the arena and stared at each other. A golden light flashed in the hand of the Blade Sect’s Elder and materialized into a long, golden sword. The sword’s blade was a bright gold and glowed with a golden light.

The sword he was holding had also been enhanced by the Sky General's Gold Talisman. He was perfectly matched against Emil's devilish saber. "Who are you? My blade will not kill a nameless devil!" Emil asked coldly as he crossed his arms arrogantly, holding his devilish saber.

Jasper returned from the bleacher area carrying two long pure silver swords with dark purple handles. “Ah, my babies…I haven’t seen you in weeks!” Elleanna said as her eyes lit up in excitement upon seeing the swords. “Ok..your mate is so awesome!” Dylan said as he watched her expertly pick up the swords without touching the blades. Elleanna returned to the center of the track with her swords. Romero smiled and watched her as she used the music to time her attacks on the dummies. A slight breeze filled the air and she stopped swinging her swords at the dummies.

He brandished his sword, its blade gleaming with a brilliant golden sheen, and swung it at the pair of energy bolts coming at him. "Boom! Boom!" Two dull booms erupted as the energy bolts collided with the blade of the golden sword, and with it came a deafening ring—a ring so loud that it made the presbyter's ears ring. He staggered several steps backward, the ground splitting beneath his feet. Gasps of shock and awe arose from the midst of the crowd and the Winged Legion. Even a Winged presbyter—greater champions of the Winged race—could not best this mysterious young man in combat.

Lorist rose up out of the horde of individuals. An unpleasant looking man with an unshaven face wearing an old calfskin protective layer ran towards him while unsheathing his two-gave greatsword. Raising his cutting edge high, he thundered, "Aha, Lorist! I'm here to demand a duel with you… " The two-gave blade transmitted a sparkling light that connoted his power as a Two Star Silver Swordsman.

“And now that it’s awake…” Anya finished the thought. “So is the blade.” The blade. The Guardian stepped back, revealing a pedestal. Upon it—an ancient weapon. Half silver, half obsidian. Alive with power. The Bladeborn’s soul-forged dagger. Elara reached for it. It hummed in her palm. The moment her skin touched the hilt, a pulse spread out—through the cave, through the mountains, through her bond with Lerder. And they both had a vision. Shared Vision: