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Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

I stretched my hand, grabbed the sword, and swivelled my body in mid-air, making a perfect hero's skill. I landed on the ground, and I felt my muscles urging me to fight. I can feel my whole body aching for war, ready to shed blood. I am ready to show them what they just did to me, to get revenge and to teach them that no one messes with Rey Reed and goes Scot free. I unsheathed the sword from its housing, and I was awed by its sight. It was different from any other sword I had ever seen. It is glowing red, instead of the normal white.

It was the embodiment of a predator and it was assigned to kill me. The thing reeled back its head after in a great roar as if to bellowed out fire on me, the tiny figure standing in front of it. I instinctively rose the Aurora sword in front of me. Instead of normal flame, it blew out a steady stream of black and purple fire. The sword sliced it in half, protecting me. After the breath, it turned its head and gazed at me with one bright golden hazel eye. The fearsome intelligence I saw in it scared me even more. I was going to have to defeat this thing, and it might possibly be smarter than me. It was most definitely stronger.

Hannah was shaking in anger when she heard Kaze’s insults. Kaze continued to tease and disrespect her. “If you want a terrible death, I’ll grant you that wish!” Hannah raised her hand and said, “Bring me my sword!” One of the young women nodded and went off. A moment later, she came back with a large box and opened it in front of Hannah. Inside the box was a crimson red sword that had a black snake curled up at its hilt. The moment the box opened, the bone-chilling aura from the blade scattered in the air.

Floss lets go home. 😴Scene 2😴 I was busy styling my hair when Xand stormed in angrily "Sophia you are a Betrayal..I have always known that you are useless but I never believe you could do this..You are a Fool".. "Xand what on Earth do I do? And Why are you shouting at me?.. "Are you Seriously asking me maybe because you think it is still a Secret..All your Secret doings are fully opened to me"He shouted again "It's just few weeks to our wedding and you are acting Strange..What's up with you?"..

He would destroy anyone and everyone who laid a hand on her. I rushed back into the sanctuary, with no time to waste. Walking into the artifact room and grabbing the pair of cutlass swords, I had always admired, hanging up on the wall. Both are trimmed with gold, and both are etched with the lunar phases on one side of the blade. The only difference – is their handles. One woven in white the other black. The supposed twin swords of Skoll and Hati. The sons of Fenrir. The balance in both blades was perfect, as I tested them out, rotating my wrist and twirling the blades. The sun catching the finely sharpened edges.

Cameron wagged a finger in confirmation at me. "Discuss our plan to the other guards that will be taking part in this plan. And keep me updated about Nicole's arrival." Cameron nods and stood up while walking out of my study. I held up the clear picture of Nicole and gazed at it closely. A new fuel of anger and hatred jolted throughout my whole body just by staring at the picture of that motherfuckers daughter. I'll get my revenge on drake for messing with the wrong person. And your daughter is the perfect solution.

Once he took action, it was either them or him! "Insolence! Who dares screw around on the turf of us Blackmoon Traders!" A voice snarled viciously, and they could all feel the powerful aura charging straight at Caleb, only for him to swing his sword in retaliation. World Burial Sword—Earthsplitter! Boom! Suddenly airblades were launched forward and tearing deep gashes into the sturdy obsidian floor. And the person who had just spoken was cut in half despite their powerful aura, their blood and guts splattering all over the floor gruesomely!

The metal of his armor didn't break; it vibrated apart at a molecular level. ​I dove into the fray, my obsidian blade humming with the "Spiral" logic. I didn't fight the Hounds like animals; I fought them like machines. I waited for the "Calculated Pause"—that split-second where the Hound’s processor reset for the next move—and drove my blade into the glowing violet node at the base of its neck. The Hound didn't bleed; it burst into a shower of sparks and black glass, its "soul" returning to the mountain’s central server. ​“They’re trying to separate the twins!” Vaneira screamed from above.

The flames snuffed out, leaving only the faint glow of the reborn sword resting atop the anvil. Veyra reached for it, her hands trembling. The moment her fingers brushed the hilt, a jolt shot through her—a surge of warmth, rage, and fierce purity so intense it stole her breath. The blade hummed softly, vibrating in her grasp, as if eager to be unleashed. It gleamed in the torchlight: a weapon of blood, of storm, and of a soul that refused to fade. The mystical sword was born. The others stepped closer, silent witnesses to the miracle.