Novel & Cerita The First Sword Of Earth

“I have to stay here for a while and pretend I’m recuperating, Mom.” She squeezed Zeph’s hand. “Of course, darling.” “Don’t worry, Mrs. Hayes. She won’t combust,” Theia said. Everyone chuckled, including my dad. “Are you gonna tell us what’s the sword all about? Why no one can touch it?” “Like an Excalibur, it’s wielded for me—” “And her mate. It hurts or burns anyone who touches it. It’s a present to him to fight alongside when the time comes,” explained Theia, making me laugh. “Kidding. She’s just possessive of it. It’s given to her by her master.”

She had her blonde hair tied up in a bun and her light green eyes twinkled with satisfaction. “How did you manage to kill the thing without even a scratch on your body?” Even he could not achieve such a thing against a magical beast higher than rank C. “How did you manage to get past its defence with that ordinary sword.” “Do you have dung for brains?” She actually had a disappointment in her voice. “Did you expect me to go to a forest swarming with magical beasts with an ordinary sword? This is no ordinary sword.” She unsheathed her blade. For a second, nothing happened then the sword hummed radiating transient blue light. The humming stopped and she sheathed her blade again. “This blade wa

A hush fell over them as they stepped inside. The room was vast, its walls lined with relics and remnants of a time long past. But at the very center, upon a raised platform, lay the most important treasures of all - the armor of the First Queen, gleaming silver and gold beneath the soft glow of enchanted light. And beside it, resting in an obsidian stand, the First Queen’s sword - Velyria, a blade said to have been forged in celestial fire, its edge sharp enough to cut through fate itself. Lyra’s breath caught as she approached, her fingers trembling slightly as they reached out to touch the cool metal of the armor. It felt like it was waiting for her.

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

The sword, once cold and dark, now hummed with a resonance that vibrated through the air, creating a golden trail against the grey sky. ​Dhum tana na na... ​Ten feet from the ground, she swung the blade downward. A wave of golden energy hit the earth first, creating a cushion of light that shattered the frozen mud and sent a shockwave through the front lines of the Southern Alphas. ​Elara landed in a crouch, the heavy sword embedded inches deep in the soil. She rose slowly, the golden light in her eyes so intense that the nearest wolves—massive, battle-scarred beasts—whimpered and backed away.

I don't know how long can I endure standing here acting as bait and why are they taking so long to attack the beast. I can't wait anymore, so I decided to make the first move. I waved my right hand and release the sword that was forged by a famous blacksmith the Devil's hand. I was about to swing it onto the beast when one of its heads bites into my right arm. The sword immediately drops to the ground and disappeared. The sword is specially designed for me alone and I am the only one who can wield it. The sword will disappear if it is no longer in my possession and I am the only one who can summon it.

The leader screamed as the magic burned him, his form dissolving into smoke. Silence fell, broken only by the sword’s hum and the distant rumble of the volcano. Elara lowered the sword, her hands shaking, and Ellie ran to her, her silver fire merging with the blade’s light. “Pretty sword. Fire friend likes it.” The ice witch stepped forward, examining the pedestal. “Eleanor’s sword. Forged from the volcano’s heart, infused with her fire magic. It’s what sealed the first void rift. It can seal this one too.”

"But if given an opportunity, I also want to learn how to fight with swords, preferably lightweight ones." Sir Dallas clapped his hand once loudly and pointed at the High Lord. "He owns lightweight swords, usually used by winged Feralis." He brought his hand down the table. "I'm quite sure the weapons of Luminozenko and Earth are the same or have similarities in some ways, but the type of sword he usually uses is called Zerfara." I looked at the High Lord. "Zerfara, sir?" "Yes." Lord Lavendori nodded and he tapped on his bracelet, making it glow before a sword started materializing in his hand that he raised.

" There must be a loophole, there is always one " " There may be one " " What is it ? " Celea asked exited to finally get to hear the answer to the question she always wanted to know " Your father's sword " " Do you mean the one he stabbed my father with ? " Celea asked referring to when the devil had stabbed her father right in front of her at the war " No, there is another one " " So where can I find it ? " " When the sun and moon will meet again, you will know the answer "

"Wait, I'm familiar with both the book and the sword. They are normally at my father's place. He's been devoting a lot of time lately to reading that book." "And what is the purpose of the blade?" "It's for, yeah, I read about it in my father's library a long time ago, it's used for the rite when when...no!" They rushed into the palace, two awls trailing behind them, holding a huge wooden box. When they were climbing the flight of stairs, one of the awls relaxed his grasp on the case's side handle and it slid off, falling to the ground. The case's housing broke open and objects spewed out, including several scrolls, a large book with a lock restricting the pages, and a fairly long dagger.