Sword Of Promised Victory 소설 & 이야기

Driven by the fervor of his burning essence and blood, the Chaos Flag's fiery radiance flickered for a fleeting moment before waning. Seizing the opportune moment, Severin maneuvered the Oculus Blade's sword beam and sliced it through the flag's defenses, nearly severing the Ancestora's arm in a single stroke.

He didn’t look at anyone but me while he spoke. He guided me to the opposite side of the table and I didn’t resist. Was I in shock? Had he cast some vampire spell over me? He turned his attention to the men and women seated at the table. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is The Promised, the wielder we’ve been waiting for. She will be staying with us for the foreseeable future.” The words slowly drifted through my head. They were wrong. He was wrong. I bit my tongue until I tasted blood.

At that point, Victor shook his head slightly, and Andrius instantly had a bad feeling. “I happen to have a formation similar to the Thunderforge Armor and can protect against divine lightning. Thus, I choose the Azure Lotus Blade!” At those words, Victor’s eyes sparkled. “I’ve always had an affinity for swords and have long since admired the Azure Lotus Immortal. The Azure Immortal Blade and technique are a perfect match for me.” The members of Dark Star were instantly overjoyed. The Soul Renewal Fruit was finally theirs! “Thank you, Lord Mercer!” Morgan stepped forward and completed the trade with Victor.

So it was that thing that was floating in my vision…“ I just let them be, thinking that I shall give them some time to have their way in that system. Maybe I should go downstairs to see any valuable stuff that I might use. But… for now… maybe I should use a weapon. ”Wai, I want to buy the sacrificial sword“ [Sacrificial sword. A sword that helps the user make a blast that is 10x his normal hit. This would only happen one time for every 25 seconds. It cost 150 harto. You currently have 195 harto. Do you still want to purchase it?]

Alexander commanded, suppressing it with his innate sword aura, causing the weapon to quickly settle. In the face of overwhelming power, a mere sword could hardly stir trouble. With a slight flick of his arm, the sword sprang from its sheath, revealing the words inscribed at the base of the blade: 'Azure Dawn'. "A fine sword," he remarked. The blade was lightweight, its edge sharp yet restrained, and its flexibility was impressive, resisting even when Alexander applied his internal energy. As the prized weapon was claimed, envious eyes turned toward him, though none dared to seize it. Some items were simply beyond their reach.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

I gasped as he brandished a dagger from his side. Just when I was going to attack him, his body was flung back and off from me. When I realized what was going on, Sol was standing in front of me. Sol's tall figure utterly encompassed that of the man who had attacked me. Now, Sol was holding him up by his neck. I noted the way the man's feet dangled inches from the ground and the gasping motions he made to try and claw Sol's hand from his throat. It was useless. We all knew it. There was no way a human could go up against a pureblood.

Victor was displeased and returned my frown. “Laura.” He said through gritted teeth “adopted daughter of Alpha Clide and Luna Ashly.” He stopped for a moment before a gleeful look crossed his eyes. “And future Luna of the Crimson pack” I frowned deeper at him getting angry at his grin forming as everyone but myself and Domini gasped in horror at his statement. I opened my mouth to argue but Domini shoved the chalice in my hand, his eyes telling me to just shut up so I bit my tongue glaring at Victor. He grinned at me triumphantly as if he had won. I looked down at the liquid in the chalice expecting honey but the liquid was dark… and moved like ooze. I froze in fear as I recognised it as the

She now knew exactly how evil her grandfather really is. The destination was a small, dilapidated building on the outskirts of Palermo, its crumbling facade barely concealing the violence that lurked within. She run toward the door only hesitated for a moment, she grabbed the small, pearl-handled dagger hidden beneath her silk red dress. It was a gift from her grandmother, a memento of a time when women were expected to be both elegant and deadly. The dagger was more than just a keepsake; it was a symbol of her own inner strength, a silent promise of self-reliance in a world that often felt overwhelming.

Though Zitrey was holding the bamboo sword with only her left hand. Ezikiel froze and look on what color of the flag was raised, and it was white. This time he wins the round as Zitrey didn’t shout, nor hold the sword with both hands that extremely against the rule ‘cause her to lose. Zitrey just solemnly step backward away from him without regret. However, that leave impact to Ezikiel, “If that is the real sword, I already lost my life this second.” The audiences were attentively looking at Zitrey, they just thought a single word, “Wow.”