Excalibur Umbra Build Novels & Stories

The dragon-scale mesh had held, but the sheer cold of the attack left my skin numb and tingling. I didn't pause to nurse the bruise. I wiped the black soot from my blades, adjusted my grip on the daggers, and looked back toward the northern horizon. The obsidian mountain was noticeably closer now. Rising thousands of feet into the void sky, the monolithic fortress of the Umbral King was carved directly into the dark granite peak. Jagged, iron-ribbed battlements swept along the cliffside, and at the highest pinnacle, a massive orb of sickly purple fire burned like a corrupted sun,the central nexus of the antagonist’s power in this realm.

she said and leaned towards Iktanne's ear and whispered, "... we've heard a few days ago in the library from the proctors that the Giants were collecting gold and souls from the normals. They said that there was an insignia left on the shores of the north... which might cause a great trouble because it links back here in the Academy and the Empire." Iktanne's face was wild with shock. "What insignia was it?," she whispered back. "Well, we don't know for the bell started ringing for our next class so we weren't able to get what they were saying." The blond guy, Anthony, stood up from the other end of the couch and interrupted them, saying he'll be away to get some food. He looked at Iktanne's

With a graceful and deliberate motion, she flicked her fingers toward the animal. In the blink of an eye, Brand's form transformed. Where a wolf had sat, an imposing figure now stood, impressive muscles flexing beneath the taut canvas of his skin. The air seemed to crackle with the energy of the sudden transformation. As Ulfhild beheld him, her mouth in a perfect 'O' of shock, his every sinew seemed to pulse with power. It wasn't merely the impressive physique that commanded her attention, though, it was the presence that radiated from him, an aura of intensity that dared anyone to challenge him.

she says gently yet firmly, “it’s time to wake up, dear. Morning’s already here.” I sit up slowly, rubbing my eyes to hide the heaviness inside. She places a bowl of porridge beside me, smiling. “You need to build your strength, little one. We’ll head to the market later to see what we can trade.” “Martha,” I say softly, looking up at her. “Before we go, I… I have to change something.” She freezes mid-motion, raising an eyebrow. “Change something? What do you mean?” I run my fingers through my hair—the same hair that once caught attention in every palace hallway. It’s crimson red, like embers—my father's royal crest's color. It is both a sign of power and a curse.

“Good. I’m in the mood to disappoint someone.” The enemy burst from the mist like a swarm of nightmares. The Umbra horde came screaming out of the woods—black-armored and fast, half casting hexflame from their open palms, others hurling spears carved from bones. Some rode beasts stitched from shadow and fur, snarling with too many eyes. The rest came on foot, teeth filed into fangs, their eyes glowing with the mark of Arion. Xavier raised his voice. “FORM!” Shields locked. Blades drawn. The Phoenix Guard didn’t waver.

The wearer of the Excalibur S2-01 was selected to complete this task. At least he could thank that the energy problem got resolved by the timed invention of batteries: A device that can store a large amount of energy for a long time, giving birth to the Excalibur series 2: units with more enchantments, better energy reserves, and less burden for the user. "This thing isn't dying!" However, it was not enough to win against the wolf. The radiated heat was enough to melt stone, and its fire attacks were deadly, not to mention its regeneration capabilities.