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POINT YOUR SWORD TO ME CHAPTER 3: NEXT DAY As soon as Rin took the sword and gave it to Vai, Vai looked at Rin and struck a strike, which Rin quickly dodged and jumped up behind Vai. Rin aimed at Vai’s back, while Vai had a good sense and turned to him, awakening his Ice power. Vai cracked his head and back, positioning his body properly. Leaning well, Rin smirked and hit his sword, but Vai was second faster and sneaked in Rin’s back, hitting his leg.

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.

I fought alongside Cain, our magic entwined in a deadly dance, as we pushed back the enemy forces. Amidst the chaos, I spotted a figure lunging toward Cain, sword raised high. Time seemed to slow as I stretched my hand out, desperation lending strength to my voice. “Stop!” I cried, and at that moment, lightning streaked across the sky, striking the assailant’s weapon. The blade shattered into pieces, leaving Cain unharmed. It was a reminder that my powers had been restored, and I marveled at the wonder of it all.

A/N :- The 'Flames of Obsessiveness second series' consists of 10 books, including three stand-alone novels. You can explore my profile for the three Stand-Alone books from the second series. This second series continues the stories of the children of the Kashyap, Grey, Miller, Rathore, and Khanna from the 'Waves of Possessiveness first series'. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •Book 1) His BLIND REVENGE Tropes :-

I gave one final, massive push of light. The hall went silent. I fell forward, my head hitting Alaric’s chest. I was so tired. I couldn't move my legs. I couldn't even lift my hand. My vision was turning black around the edges. "Izzy!" I heard Leo’s voice. He was back on his feet, his face twisted in a mask of fury. He was charging at us, his purple sword raised high. Alaric stood up. He wasn't slow anymore. He moved like a god of war. He stepped in front of me, his body fully human, his skin glowing with the remnant of my light.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

overflow: FUCKING YES; target: that fucking shining arrow; value: IT"S FUCKING TRUE; } echo DG: The Power of $DG Swords!; “ Alfi cuts that arrow in a jiffy. Why the hell did I write his technique in PHP?! Oh well, he is using Pukan, so any strange language he uses seems to be okay. “What did you say?” Lembuswana becomes vigilant. ”Kau, blasphemous Starless. Did you just enchant a dark magic spell? Answer me!” He yelled at Alfi. "I guess he’s not following a trend like ßenlong. Seems like I have to take advantage of his stupidity." Alfi said in his mind.

Cameo asked from behind me as I stepped into the air-conditioned space. I ignored him. My fingers drifted lazily over the weapons. Metal kissing my skin, while one name burned through my mind. Abel Roshid. “Sir?” “Cameo, do as I’ve said.” My voice cut in, cold and final. His heavy sigh followed, then the sound of the door closing behind him. When I was alone, I picked the flick blade with serrated edges. Unsheathed it and ran my thumb along the ridges, feeling every bite of it. A dark smile curled on my face.

Suddenly, he jumped into the air and yelled, "Boundless heaven and earth, universal Storm of Swords!" The weather immediately changed. The light from the Unsullied Sword grew multiple times brighter and produced countless sword illusions that danced around Xiao Chen. The tightly condensed sword lights bounced off the whiteness of the snow. The crowd below gasped in shock. The Storm of Swords was one of the most abstruse sword arts among the cultivation sects. A perfected spell could alarm even gods and ghosts in the world. It was capable of turning opponents into dust at once.