Cyberpunk 2077 Mantis Blade Build Novels & Stories

Skylar melted inside me as his huge stature hovered over mine. “The cut is still fresh, why aren't you healing?” I asked. “I think the metal of Ambrose’s blade was forged with Wolfbane and vervain,” he responded. Shit! I know that Katana. “He calls it mors omnia,” I muttered. “It's a blade he forged the day my mother died. He said he would use it to slay his enemies, but I have never seen him use it. There must be a reason he brought it out now.”

'It's so majestic,' I say. The blade is made of moonstone, opalescent of blues and whites and then forms into steel. I gently glide my fingertip across the blade. It's the sharpest dagger I've ever held. Blood trickles from my finger. I gasp as Micah takes my hand and sucks the blood from my finger, causing my insides to burst into song. It's as if an entire choir and orchestra are performing inside me. Blushing as he gently releases my finger from his lips. I resume inspecting the beautiful dagger. The fuller that runs down the middle of the blade is diamond-shaped and has a stunning engraving that looks like an eye, a familiar eye at that, with a hint of sable. It shimmers as I tilt it. Th

Its blade—made of crystallized logic that could cut through anything physical—descended toward her neck. We phased through three dimensional states simultaneously, appearing between Elena and the construct. Caught its blade bare-handed using void manipulation to exist slightly out of sync with its cutting edge. "No," we said, our voice harmonizing with absolute authority. "You do not touch pack while we still stand." We shattered the construct with integrated power, but the effort cost us. Felt our consciousness fragmenting slightly as the strain of maintaining five thousand and three origin points exceeded what unified awareness could sustain. "They are breaking," the lead Architect observe

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

she muttered and activated the weapon which let out a large bolt of lightning and struck the truck. The impact was so great that the truck was nearly destroyed to nothing as it blew up, unleashing a shock wave that shattered windows of all buildings around that area. Natasha and Bianca were thrown back against the sidewalk while Lucas and Cassie fell back on the bench. The woman walked up to the debris of what was left of the truck and found the scarlet speedster stirring, with a large piece of metal lying over his chest. She took out a gun and aimed it at his head.

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.

The Anatomy of the Thermal-Resonance Blade I began the process with the precision of a surgeon. I laid my obsidian blade—the one that had tasted the blood of the Shadow Alpha—onto the stone table. Using a laser-scalpel from my kit, I carved a hollow channel down the center of the blade, exactly where the 'blood groove' would be. "Leo, Ace... I need you," I called out. The boys stepped forward. They had been training with the Cinder-children, learning how to pull heat from the air without burning their lungs. Ace’s hands were already glowing a deep, volcanic red, while Leo stood as the anchor, his golden aura acting as a containment field.

Their optical sensors shattered instantly, their synthetic bodies flying across the room and crashing into the digital-jukebox in a shower of sparks and synthetic coolant. "He's not using a data-port!" a terrified patron screamed from under a table. "He's fighting offline!" The remaining two Disciples activated their Mantis-Blades—glowing, high-frequency energy swords that extended from their forearms. They lunged at Caleb in perfect, synchronized mechanical synchronization.

ZAP-POW. Another rift opened. This one was neon blue and crackled with static. A figure tumbled out, landing in a crouch. She wore a black leather trench coat, mirrored shades, and had a cybernetic arm made of chrome. Her hair was dyed electric blue. She held a heavy pulse-pistol. "Connection lost!" the new arrival shouted. "Server down! I'm lagging!" She looked up. She saw the other two Vesperas. "Whoa," Cyberpunk Vespera lowered her shades. "Glitch in the matrix. Or did someone spawn clones?"

The blade was matte black, designed to swallow light. "I am the upgrade," she whispered. A Battle of Instincts Panni scrambled backward, her hand finding a jagged shard of sandstone that had fallen from the ceiling. She didn't have a gun, and her own knife had been lost in the fall. She was exhausted, wounded, and facing a version of herself that had been trained solely to destroy her. The Seventh Twin lunged. The movement was too fast for the human eye to track. Panni barely rolled aside as the black blade hissed past her ear, sparking against the stone. She swung the sandstone shard, but the Twin caught her wrist, her grip like a vice.