Novel & Cerita Sword Art Online Game Lost Song

Thank the Lord above! "Oh my, what aggressive people they are. I now know why they deserve to be called number one fandom." Sofia giggled as she threw more oil on already spreading fire. "Our work is completed. Well done, my dear members! Long live, I hate Malcolm Augustus group!" She stretched her hand. Phew, it was a long work, but it was fruitful. She titled her head in confusion when she sensed the gloomy clouds on someone around her. "What happened?" "Nothing happened that's what happened!" Her friend snapped, expressions dark.

The next second, the words left Lumi's lips coldly as she pointed her sword toward the people. Darryl's gaze slowly turned into one of admiration as he watched from where he was hiding. Who would have known that a sword chant that powerful existed in the Cryolet Continent? It was no weaker than the Six God Slayer Sword Formation from before. However, the sword chant seemed to drain Lumi of all her internal energy. If it did not take down the enemy once and for all, she could descend into a psychotic break. At the same time, Martin furrowed his brows tightly, his eyes flashing murderously.

The young girl looked at me and smiled maliciously, much to my dismay. Suddenly, a band of werewolves appeared from the woods by the other side of the road, with batons, knives and axes. As soon as they appeared, the young girl ran behind the eleven werewolves observing me. "The great and mighty Blade Ferguson, The Ripper, The Cannibal, The Dead man on loose..." Rising up from the dirt, I let out a chuckle to conceal my nervousness and the pain from the accident. "...I know all my names," I said, cutting him off. "But I doubt you fellas are here to remind me of my popularity."

Hilga let out a sigh while pulling out a recorder and played it, “You'll get what you want.” “This is for all of Utopian. We can’t risk people’s lives anymore. Any more bloodshed is a loss for the faction. We can’t let that happen. But we can still do this in another way, we will hold up a game. A capturing game at least. All weapons will be prohibited and will use nothing more but bare strength. It’s so that we don’t lose any lives anymore.” It was a message from a Cipher with the voice of Keisha in it. Iyaz laughed hysterically about the announcement and the fact that it was Keisha, whom he kidnapped not a little while ago then ravaged half of his men.

Josh immediately moved forward to stop Reaper, however, it was too late, Reaper had put the knife into use. With a desperate swing, Reaper drove the blade forward, straight into Mateo’s side. Mateo tried to step back, but it was a little too late. A gasp escaped Mateos' lips, both from shock and pain as the knife tore through his flesh.

It burned in my veins, fierce and alive. A sudden gust of wind burst out from around me, lifting the dust and ash. The red moon pulsed. Caden turned toward me, still holding Duncan’s wolf by the throat. His eyes narrowed. “What are you doing?” I didn’t answer. My hand reached out and the sword answered. With a flash of blue light, the Sword of Nytheris vanished from Caden’s grip. He looked down in shock as it dissolved from his hand and flew straight toward mine, slicing through the air like it had been waiting.

Do you think Lila would be able to find the right spell combination? I listened to several songs while writing this chapter; RADWIMPS, Demon Slayer Season 3 OP which are both Japanese, Devil by the Window by TxT and Living Hell by Bella Porch just in case you're interested in checking them out.

I wanted to fight, to scream, but my limbs wouldn't obey. Tears spilled down my cheeks, blurring everything. I'm sorry… my pups… Just as despair swallowed me whole, a voice cut through the darkness—cold, sharp, and laced with deadly rage. "Let her go!"

Like stepping forward expecting ground and finding air. “Lyra?” I reached for her again—pushed harder, forcing Caelum outward, stretching until my temples throbbed and my breath turned sharp and erratic. My hand dragged through my hair, pacing already beginning without permission. “Lyra.” Nothing. I shoved again, reckless this time, teeth gritted against the strain. Still nothing. A curse ripped free as my fist struck the wall beside me. “I lost her,” Rowan stared at me, stunned. “You… what?”

I fought at the center of the storm, every blow precise, every step a promise. One soldier lunged at me—blade raised—but I ducked, swept his legs, and drove my elbow into his throat. Another tried to flank me, only to be taken down by Dorian, who moved like a shadow, silent and swift. “Selene!” Killian shouted, tossing me a dagger. I caught it midair and turned just in time to drive it into a warlock’s side. “Where is she?” I shouted back. “Aelira vanished!” Of course she had.