Romans & histoires The First Sword Of Earth

said Nathaniel. “I don‘t understand?” Darren was a little confused. Nathaniel continued, “Darren, they were faster. The cardinal received an emerald. The Earth Ring is now in the hands of the Lightbearers”. “What? How did it happen?” Darren was astonished by Nathaniel’s words, and that he had such information. In some ways he was surprised that Nathaniel had his own people in the ranks of the Lightbearers, but it showed the enormous power that lay in the hands of this old man.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

With the remaining strength of the swordsman, the giant demon finally succeeded in being sealed and turned into a sword with a terrible aura. The sword was locked up and hidden in a mountain in the middle of the desert of death. The desert was so hot that no one could live in it. However, the swordsman and his descendants live and continue to grow under the foot of the mountain. To guard and protect that dangerous sword from the hands of people who are greedy for power. after that great event, the world became more peaceful and serene. The story of the battle of the king who turned into a dragon demon against a swordsman, was immortalized by people into a legend and a story that continues to

Magically, my body floated to an upright position, and my eyes fluttered open. Nagama. The sword of justice. It glowed bright green, beautiful to behold. The hilt was made of pure gold, which made the blade heavy to lift. Shannon, the first Daughter of Eve used the same sword in her conquest against the Lycans. After her death, many werewolves broke into a haze, seeking the sword, but couldn't find it. it was rumored that any werewolf who wields the sword would rule the realm for eternity.

He looked at me as if I was full of shit and I understood that look. The Moon’s Sword had become nothing more than a myth. It was a sword that was said to have belonged to the first Alpha King; a sword kissed by the goddess herself and capable of extraordinary things but no one alive had ever seen it so no one believed it ever existed. I knew where it was because in my past life, this man found it and with it, he forced his brother to his knees and seized the throne.

Just what happened years ago on earth? Ara took a deep breath, her eyes seeming to gaze into the past, as if searching for some memories she had forgotten. "The golden sword was a spiritual being, a powerful entity that could bring balance to the world," she began. "It was bonded to a master, a great god of war, who wielded its power. Together, they were feared by every being, except the high gods." Elijah's eyes widened in surprise even further. He became more intrigued now. "And then what happened?" he asked.

However, the sword seemed to absorb the chains of lightning completely, as if it delighted in this energy. It was not long before all the lightning was sucked out of the four lightning balls. Wilbur was casting another spell then, activating his Earth-type powers as five Earth Walls appeared in front of him. Yet the sword was even more powerful than that, piercing through all five walls and flying in Wilbur's direction.

Then I saw him. He stood where no path led, bronze skin gleaming as if hammered straight from ore, eyes faceted obsidian, hair pulled tight into a knot that never moved. Armour wrapped his body in shifting light—blades folded over each other, edges reforming every time my focus tried to hold. A sword the size of a man’s height rode his back, silent, patient. A weapon, not a man. Nyxara’s tone was ice: The First Blade. The name dragged dust from the rafters. Even Selene’s silver shivered.

"The Earth woke up, and it found 'Germs' from a billion years ago. It's trying to expel them." The creature, a mountain of prehistoric rage, turned its gaze toward Aethel-Luna. It didn't recognize the Synthesis. It only recognized the "New," and its instinct was to restore everything to the "Old." Kael looked out at the approaching monster. He felt the Earth's fear-a subconscious shudder that ran through the valley. "It's a ghost of my own past," the Earth whispered to Kael. "I cannot fight myself. You must be the Sword for the Shield."

There was no fear in its crimson eyes. Only curiosity. "So..." "This is the hope Solarius died to protect." It slowly drew its weapon. A sword unlike any I had ever seen. Its blade was forged from pure emptiness. Around it, reality bent and cracked. The Celestial Keeper whispered, "The Blade of Oblivion Origin..." "The first weapon ever created." The Emperor pointed the blade toward us. "Show me." "Show me that hope is stronger than eternity." The sky exploded. Light and darkness collided with such force that the entire universe shook.