Novel & Cerita Ethereal Blades

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…" A scream echoed through the air as he slapped her harshly across the face. He inserted the dagger between her thighs, his tone frosty as he asked, "Was this what you did to my child?" With each word Tristan spoke, his voice grew quieter. Soon, all that could be heard were Delilah's faint gasps. The live stream flickered with static, but the ban still hadn't been enforced. I felt a chill down my spine as I met his eyes on-screen.

It emanated power, but it also emitted something else, something sinister. A person emerged from the light before I could touch it. With glistening silver eyes and a flowing robe that appeared to be composed of starlight, it was ethereal, nearly human but not quite. The spirit said, "Stop," its voice echoed in my head instead of my ears. This blade is a curse as well as a weapon. To wield it is to completely lose oneself. My fingertips were just inches from the light when I froze. "What are you saying? With a trembling voice, I asked.

It looked dangerous… sacred… and strangely familiar. “The Blade of Tenebris,” I murmured, recalling the words I’d once tried so hard to forget. “It cuts not flesh, but spirit. A single strike leaves enemies hollow, their will severed. It was quenched in the Void during the First Apex War. Every wielder leaves behind a fragment of their soul.”

Then exploded outward. Thousands of crescent-shaped blades of silver energy rained down like a celestial storm. “Scatter!” Tyrel yelled. The battlefield erupted into motion. Kaelen lunged sideways just as several blades slammed into the ground where he had been standing, the explosions ripping open deep craters in the earth. Gluttony launched himself upward, his enormous wings beating once with tremendous force as he intercepted a cluster of the descending weapons. The crescent blades shattered against his demonic aura as he devoured their energy with a roar.

Darek’s eyes flick down to the blade, then back up to me. “You got here fast,” he says. “You should’ve been gone before I did.” “Why?” “Because you’re standing too close.” Nyxara lets out a slow breath. She lowers the knife a little more, but she doesn’t let go of it. Light flashes along the metal, and the bond shifts again. Heat flares in the center of my chest, sharp and sudden—then disappears just as fast. My eyes lock on the blade. “Where did you get that?” Nyxara doesn’t answer but the bond tightens again, just for a second. Enough to feel the strain of it. Darek follows my gaze to the knife.

Vaelreth stepped slowly into the courtyard. The air shifted as he moved. Adrian could never quite explain it, but whenever the king entered a space, the atmosphere changed. Like standing too close to a storm. “You treat the blade well,” Vaelreth said. His gaze moved to the sword. “It is well balanced.” “It should be,” Adrian replied. “It belongs to the crown.” A faint smile touched the king’s lips. “And yet you wield it.” Adrian shrugged slightly. “I was given the responsibility.” Vaelreth circled him slowly.

Slowly, a hesitant, amethyst light flickered to life along the edge of my blade, then bloomed to encase the entire weapon in a luminous sheath. Bhaera’s smile widened into a fierce grin. "Perfect. Now, come at me again. And this time, don't stop." A thrill, sharp and wild, surged through me. I met her challenge. My feet kicked up clouds of dust as I advanced in a flurry of blows. Her golden blade became a sun-bright blur, parrying each of my amethyst-lit strikes with ringing precision. Our duel became a vortex of light and sound.

Elena screamed. She didn't wait. She ignited her silver blades, the molecular edges whistling as she carved a horizontal arc toward Cyrus’s back. The Liquidator didn't turn. He leaned back, his body bending at an angle that would have snapped a human spine, the silver blades passing an inch from his nose. With his free hand, he tapped a command on his wrist-com.

Its countless voices merged into one. A child's voice. Soft. Lonely. "Will... you... remember... us?" Elyra's eyes filled with tears. She stepped even closer. "I promise." "I won't forget." The moment those words left her lips...... the Starblade burst into brilliant silver light. The blade transformed. Its sharp edge dissolved into streams of light. In its place appeared a long silver staff crowned with a crystal shaped like a star embraced by a crescent moon. Astera gasped. "The Starblade..."