Elden Ring Sacred Blade Ash Of War นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Then let’s begin.” The Mirror Witch’s voice was calm, almost kind. But the ground answered like a beast waking. Ash shifted beneath my feet. Spiral lines scorched outward from where I stood, glowing faintly—not gold, not red, but that strange, ruined black. Kael didn’t move. Neither did I. Serin knelt at the edge of the clearing. She reached into the folds of her cloak and drew out a curved bone dagger, its edge inked with spiral symbols so old they looked cracked by time. Without speaking, she pressed the tip to the ground and began carving a ring around us.

He was fine for just a while ago, then what went wrong? my heart racing as Sage pleaded with me to leave. "Lyra, please; I don't want to hurt you. You have to go, now." But I couldn't move; I couldn't tear my eyes away from his desperate gaze. "Sage, what's happening to you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He growled, his eyes flashing with a feral light. "Just go, Lyra! Please!" But I stayed, my feet rooted to the spot, as Sage's body began to contort and shift. His eyes protruded, his nails lengthening into razor-sharp claws. I screamed as he pounced, pinning me to the ground with a snarl.

“You carry the Veilblade. You came seeking answers. You walked willingly into the maw of fate. And now, you will understand what it truly means.” Elior braced himself as the world darkened. The throne room shattered, and suddenly, he was standing somewhere else. A battlefield. Blood soaked the earth, bodies littered the ground. Soldiers clashed—werewolves, warriors, kings—all of them caught in an endless war. And in the center of it all, the First King stood, wielding a blade that pulsed with dark energy. The same energy that now coiled around Elior’s own weapon. Elior staggered back, breath catching. “This—this is—”

and My hand bled from all the continuous hammering. I even gave him the prettier one and wore the other around my neck. Despite that, he threw it away without even bothering to look at it. He held on to the latest Lego set that Leia had given him and said with disdain, “Mom, don’t give me such worthless things anymore.” I stared at the discarded necklace in grief. But all I could do was smile awkwardly and nod in agreement. After all that, he still wanted to snatch my necklace from Lucas? Seeing my refusal to help him, he started crying.

“That qualifies as a weapon.” I laughed, shaking my head. This entire thing was becoming too funny to not laugh. “Next time, aim better,” Victoria said to Lana. “You should be able to knock his brain out.” Julia gasped. “There will not be a next time!” she looked horrified, and I completely understood her. I had to step in or there'd be another war. “There shouldn’t have been a first time.” Silence ensued, before Victoria spoke. “Fair,” Nothing more.

The room seemed suddenly smaller. Warmer. Dangerously quiet. Seraphine looked directly into my eyes. “Liora... that fragment lives inside you.” The words shattered through the chamber. Shock swept across every face. Mara stared. Darius went pale. Thomas looked as though he might faint. Even Kael froze. Only the Blade of Ardyn reacted differently. Silver fire erupted along its entire length. The weapon blazed like a star. Far beneath the mountain, another roar echoed upward. This time the sound carried triumph.

“Even with your belly ripped open, you still cling to life.” Bending down, Huang Fu brought his face within a mere inch of Xiu Jian’s bowed head, close enough to hear the ragged, desperate gasps of his foe. Huang Fu’s eyes gleamed as he watched Xiu Jian grimace in unbearable pain. Scarlet trickled from Xiu Jian’s temple, sliding down toward his eye. With a swift motion, Huang Fu reached for the sacred blade at Xiu Jian’s left hip—the legendary sword sheathed in a scabbard adorned with golden dragon carvings.

Each strike and dodge feel effortless, fueled by the quiet power of my Lycan. After a few exchanges, Jason's eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting my newfound agility and force. The crowd murmurs, their awe growing as I hold my own. Blake watches, pride shining in his dark eyes, while Skadii hums with satisfaction inside my mind. This duel isn't just a test—it's proof that I truly belong here, standing shoulder to shoulder with the strongest among them.