Novel & Cerita The First Sword Of Earth

’ 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.

My white fur stood on end. Once she was floating five-storeys high, she released seven swords from the symbolic circles, caging me in place as if I was a prisoner. They were gigantic and in different colors accordingly staying true to what they represented: wind, fire, earth, forest, water, sky, time, and lastly, space. The swords around me created a stronger gravity. I wasn't able to leap out but this didn't worry me. Sofia started chanting and then, the swords began to glow even brighter.

I said again, lowering the sword. Silver fire sparkled out as I bought the sword for a reaper's head, decapitating it in the process. "The power from the night earth," I said again as I swung my sword to the left, cutting two other reapers in the process. A boulder shot out of the ground, then fell on some reapers, killing them in the process. Their painful shrieks filled the atmosphere as the boulder crushed their skulls, and their screams boosted my enthusiasm.

It whizzed past my shoulder, slicing through the air like a blade, and crashed into the ground behind me, sending a spray of water and dirt into the air. I clenched my fists, summoning the energy within me. With a sharp stomp of my foot, I called the earth to rise. The ground trembled beneath me, and a sword of stone formed in my grip, its jagged edges sharp and deadly. I gripped it tightly, feeling the rough texture beneath my fingers.

Aisha and the rest of the Heroes visited the forge of earthly flame as the doors opened for the first time in months. Berfoment emerged from the forge with a massive Greatsword with strange runic markings etched into the body of the blade. Aisha noticed that the sword emits a powerful life aura as if the blade itself was alive while Yuuno stated the blade generated spiritual energy if given a chance Berfomet’s sword could easily destroy any spirit it might come into contact. “With this, we now have a proper weapon. Though without a heart you will serve a purpose for a time Kent once we return to New Dawn, A heart must be born to match the blade’s power..” Berfomet smiled.

According to him, the sage had crafted the swords specifically for me before I was even born. As I approached the rock, a rush of memories flooded my mind. I remembered the excitement I had felt when Father first presented me with the swords and the weight of responsibility that came with wielding such powerful weapons. With practised ease, I lifted the massive rock, revealing the gleaming yet weird swords hidden beneath. Their blades shimmered in the sunlight, a testament to their craftsmanship and legacy.

He was so focused on the glowing sword. Leonard brings out his Alcohol container and takes a sip from it to at least calm his trembling body. Rio went to the stone stairs and reached the landing area at the top. The sword was surely made of silver with a gold and brass handle. This is definitely the sword Pamungkas was talking about. Rio firstly creates a mind-link with Deadrei and said to her, “I am coming for you my love, just wait a little more." Deadrei hears him but the mind link was not strong enough so she was not able to reply to him.

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

The First Blade flew toward her. The moment she grabbed it, the blade transformed. The silver metal became transparent. Inside it, golden light moved like a tiny star. Ariana stared. "What happened to the blade?" Eryndor smiled. "It remembered what it was." "What was it?" "The weapon that killed the First Star." Ariana's smile disappeared. "What?" The ancient Guardian appeared behind them. "The First Blade wasn't created to protect the Moon Kingdom." "It was created to destroy the First Star." Ariana looked at the weapon.

Realization dawned on James’ face. “By the way…” As if reminded of something, Waylon looked at James and asked, “Legend has it that the Primordial Sword comes along with the First Sword Art. Did you receive it too?” James shook his head, “No.” “What a shame.” Waylon said, “Legend has it that only King Quavon managed to cultivate the First Sword Art. Ever since then, it simply disappeared without a trace. Let’s hope that this unparalleled sword technique would one day emerge once more.”