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Christopher nodded and answered reassuringly. "There will be no need for that. I won't get caught ". He didn't wait for Ayden's reply as he quickly stretched his legs leaping out through the window. Ayden smoothly walked to watch his subordinate carry out such risky activity. Looking down the next second he could already see Christopher in a completely black outfit. He smiled as he knew very well he knew what he was in for. Christopher is the Blade family's most trained hireling. He was the only one who was not among the troops yet he knew every single thing about the army in the family.

Blaze had given her this small knife back at the Phoenix cave, an alternative to using her powers in a fight. She had rarely used it since Alessia, as battling Alessia with a knife could have been risky. "Astralys!" Arabella snarled, deflecting an attack and driving her blade into an undead jugular. It sizzled, and he screeched, vibrating nonstop. Arabella eyed the knife; it had never sizzled before. It was strange that it was happening now. "That is a silver blade coated with wolfsbane," Sandro commented, eyeing her.

"Lilah is mine." The weight of his claim settled over the room like smoke. The elders exchanged uneasy glances. The runes in the ancient tome still glowed faintly at the edge of the table, binding us to Mirage's rise. Fate-or the appearance of it-was a weapon few dared to contest. And with his calm certainty, Mirage wielded it mercilessly.

If she were just one level higher and could release a little of her strength, she could slap all six of these so-called major martial gods to death with one palm. However, right now, she could only watch helplessly without any way to intervene. It was truly difficult to endure. Moreover, this scene would clearly be a one-sided slaughter by Chase. He had no idea where Undead Joey and the other two had gotten the courage to challenge him. Of course, Chase would not bother with their thoughts. Blade and sword emerged together with unparalleled might. Like withering grass before a fierce wind, he swept away Greg's and Amon's blade formations and sword formations entirely, leaving only Undead Joe

"Aster. Step forward." Aster blinked in surprise. "Me?" "You've been pretending to retire for years. It's time you actually did something useful." The crowd laughed. Aster walked forward, his expression a mixture of amusement and disbelief. "You're giving me the golden blade?" "I'm trusting you to carry it. To teach the next generation. To remind them what it means to stand for something." Aster took the sword, his hand steady. "I'll try not to break it." "You break it, you buy a new one."

“I don’t.” He smiled. “No matter how you found out, you’re not leaving today.” He took out a rope and tied me up. Despair swallowed me whole. I cursed myself for being stupid. I had already been betrayed by Lily once in my previous life, yet I still trusted her again. Tears streamed down my face. Just as Jackson raised a knife and swung it toward me, Lily’s scream came from outside. The door was kicked open. Several people rushed in and restrained Jackson.

They felt the shadow trying to eat the history of their parents. "NO!" I roared. I didn't use the Void-Blade. I used the Friction of the Ordinary. I grabbed Félix’s hand, and Nathaniel’s, and the twins’. We formed a "Human-Arch" of shared mortality. I didn't reach for the "Ideal" version of our victory. I reached for the Pain.

"Now!" Noah appeared on the upper level, the royal blade in his hands. He threw it with perfect accuracy. The blade flew through the air, spinning end over end, heading straight for Victor's heart. Victor's hand shot out and caught it inches from impact. "Did you really think I wouldn't anticipate that?" He turned the blade over, admiring it. "A royal blade. How fitting. I'll use this to complete the ritual." He raised the blade high, moonlight glinting off silver, and brought it down toward Yuna's chest.

Don't you dare quit on me. The Mate Bond flared. In the white silence of the Purgatory, a golden thread appeared, anchored to Aradaa’s heart. It pulsed with the rhythm of Kaelor’s heartbeat—messy, violent, and completely illogical. It was a variable the Architect couldn't solve. Aradaa grabbed the thread. The light around his hand solidified. He didn't build a shield; he forged a blade. A jagged, screaming Data Blade made of pure, unadulterated grief and love.

Then I hurried to Kuroyuki, who was maintain the wall from the silhouettes. "Kuroyuki— is that what I think it is…?" I asked. "…They— are us," Kuroyuki answered. The silhouettes are August (sword silhouette), Blaze (armbar silhouette), Kuroyuki (spear silhouette), Persia (black card silhouette), Rumelia (black string silhouette) and Kronos (black bullets silhouette). "They are one person short— so it's me who's not in there, huh. What is the meaning of this…?"