Novel & Cerita Nightmare Soul Calibur Sword

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

My fingers loosened against NightSword and it clattered away from me. Eryndor’s eyes were dilated, his canines dripping saliva as he dove for the sword, picking it up with a feral grin. He raised it above my head as I watched in horror. NO!, NightSword screamed in my head, in protest at being wielded by one not bonded to him. My ears popped and my vision was lost again as a powerful sonic blast emerged from the ancient weapon, a beam of energy spiraling outwards and slamming into Eryndor.

They rest for a moment and left. Catherine went to the nearest pond and started practicing with the wooden sword. Hikaru saw her, he was carrying Destiny’s sword. He don’t know what is he feeling towards her. His heart was beating so fast and that time seems very slow when he's around her. He went closer to her. "You are doing well. Destiny would be glad if you practice with this.” Hikaru gave Catherine the sword Destiny has left. Catherine was surprised seeing the sword again. He holds the wooden sword and she was staring at the sword Hikaru handed.