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If I hadn't stopped that attack, I might have died. Analyze! [Meteor Blade] [A blade fashioned from old stars that have fallen from the sky. It is one of the world's most powerful substances.] "Hmmm...interesting." I then took a glance at the sword I was wielding. There was a minor scratch in the middle. It was at this point that the two blades collided. Despite the fact that my blade was an artefact honed with a Unique rank core, this unrefined blade was able to damage it. "Wise, you there?"

The sword light of his Storm of Swords spell was nearly snuffed out by now, leaving only his Unsullied Sword to resist the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword. Never mind that the Unsullied Sword was ranked beneath the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword. The fact that the Spirit of the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword was taking part in this battle meant that any resistance by the Unsullied Sword was futile. The blade of the Unsullied Sword was beginning to shake and the white light covering it was gradually dimming under the weight of the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword's cyan light.

Blight, Ryker’s Gamma, steps forward with a grin on his face. He’s dressed in all black like me, with blackout tattoos covering his neck and arms. Short cropped blonde hair, grey eyes, tall but muscular; I’ve heard tales about this Gamma that rival my own. He has a penchant for killing humans in the most gruesome ways, and his favorite weapon is a JagdKommando knife; the deadliest of blades as it has three edges that spiral together like a corkscrew into a sharp tip. No doctor can sew up a wound left by this knife.

Blake’s POV She looked horrified as I removed the blade from his chest. She should recognise the blade, but I was unsure. It had been in her bedroom when I went snooping. Not in the room she shared with Logan, but the one that had been designated to her. The blade was hidden under the bed. She might not have even known it was there. The blades of the Blood Pack seemed to have a life of their own. “You killed him! You. Actually killed him.”

I leaned back against my seat, "It's not easy to take down two powerful men at a go all by yourself." "This person came prepared Orian." Nexus leaned over, "And this person is powerful. A murder carried out with a 3-bladed knife, you know what that means." What it meant was that even I was a suspect as well as Nexus and all the high-ranking officials not excluding members of the council. Three blades knife is meant to destroy and cause serious damage, a weapon only possessed by people like us and they were to be used only in the case of war.

The moment he changed direction, the blade bit into flesh—his long knife had cleaved the suicide soldier's head clean off. She had predicted the direction of his blade. Impossible! This couldn't be real! His technique, Phantom Blade, was a series of deceptive moves with over a dozen variations. It was a martial arts masterpiece. In Westhaven, no one had ever escaped its reach. Obviously, no one had ever predicted the direction of his blade either.

A blade touched my temple. “Guwen,” I said without moving. “If you’re going to kill me, do it cleanly.” The edge slid down, slow and cold, until it rested at my mouth. Then the man laughed. “Mira. A few months away and you’re still this sharp.” He stepped back at last and dropped into the chair opposite me, looking me over with open interest. His gaze moved from my throat to my waist, then lower, lingering on the scars.

And be careful of those closest to you, they are the most dangerous weapons. Inside this envelope, you will find a blade made of a dangerous element. Mix it with your blood, and you can end anyone you choose. But be warned: it comes with a steep price. Every life you take with it equals to a decade of your own. You are my last hope, Stacy. But also the world's last hope. I will always love only you, Moon A cold shiver ran down my spine as I pulled a small, plain gray dagger from the envelope. It was very small, and completely plain without a single design, yet it felt heavy knowing its purpose.

The blade was the hidden rapier concealed within the ebony cane—Chloe’s most ingenious design. With the "Ghost" pinned and screaming, the elder Liam turned his gaze toward the Fat Man. His eyes were cold, sharp reflections of the blade he had just deployed. The Fat Man’s knees gave out instantly. He collapsed into a heap, his hands raised in surrender. "It’s not my fault! It’s not my fault! Kevin Blue made me do it! I didn't do anything!" The elder Liam didn't waste words. He stepped forward and delivered a kick so powerful it flipped the Fat Man over, leaving him groaning in a heap. A second strike ensured he wouldn't be moving for a long time.

Slowly, he pulled the blade from its sheath and brought it toward my face. I closed my eyes and held my breath. Relax, Lila. He's not going to kill you with it... I repeated to myself before cautiously opening my eyes again to stare at the most intimidating blade I had ever seen. It looked incredibly heavy, as though it carried the weight of an anchor. I wasn't even sure I could lift it with both hands. "Do you want to know why this blade is called the Blade of Poison?" he asked, raising it into the air to admire it.