Sword Oratoria Novels & Stories

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

“That’s a first.” Dorian actually whistles, low and delighted. “Nobody’s ever pulled that sword before. It’s been sitting there for half a century. Most hunters skip right past it.” I look at Rion, who looks back as if seeing me for the first time. “That’s an Orion blade,” he says quietly. Then, to Edward and Dorian: “Impossible. I thought it was a replica.” Edward grins. “Not a replica if it works, my friend.” Rion approaches, not touching the blade but examining the hilt—the veins of blue, the worn areas where fingers had gripped it long ago. “This was supposed to be ceremonial. A blessing, not a weapon. You’re not supposed to be able to fight with it.”

She looked like she was born for this, born with a sword in her hand. “Aurora is marvelous. She is born for this.” Shalom took a gulp of his water. “And you are getting acquainted with it.” Art grunted in response. To be honest, he still felt strange holding the gilded hilt of the sword. His sword shone in the moon light, pure power. Its hilt was carved with ancient words. It was beauty and strength molded to be one. It was as powerful a weapon, as it was an art. And Shalom said it was Isaiah’s, the one he had used in that battle where he had died. He had said that Théoden’s blood in them gave it more power, more glory.

The air crackled with energy as her obscure words, which only the Gods could hear, filled the hall, weaving a web of power that only she could command. Suddenly, a whirlwind of shimmering swords materialised around the traitors, their blades gleaming with a silvery light. Each sword represented a facet of the crimes committed by the accused, a manifestation of the justice that would be meted out. The swords spun faster and faster, creating a mesmerising dance of light and Aurōraítēs, a metal of shimmering colours like the Mundane Realm's Northern Lights, entrancing the onlookers. The traitors stood frozen in place, their eyes wide with fear as they realised the full extent of the Queen's wra

With a flourish of his broken sword, the Blood Moon Tempest morphed into crimson dragons that surged in every direction. These dragons carried an intense sword intent, capable of obliterating anything in their path. Cries, roars, and explosions blended together, reminiscent of a hellish symphony, painting a scene of extreme devastation. Orabella gasped, "Gideon, I didn't realize you had mastered such a formidable sword technique. I underestimated you!" "Stick with me, and you'll discover even more surprises. Who knows, you might even fall for me?" "Keep dreaming!" Orabella replied with a dismissive look.

There were around a thousand of them, but Harriet held them by herself with her . The swords and the spears from all around Almandine City, even outside of it, had floated and started to glow with purple . All of them formed a thousand upon thousand of and , ready to pierce into the Wyvern's body. Behind her, Orcenal vomited blood. He fell to his knees, and his body started to glow and disintegrate into thousands of light particles. While Harriet's eyes glowed in golden and purple light, maintaining her connection with Liam, as well as preparing the biggest in the history of mankind.