Novel & Cerita Totsuka Blade And Yata Mirror

He smiled at her, but it appeared to be a mocking smile from afar. Asking, 'Is that all you got?' Her grip becomes tighter. [BLADE LAW] On her other hand, a blade appeared. The blade on her right was burning red, but the new blade appeared to be burning with a bluish flame. She should just give it her all in a situation like this where she doesn't know what to do. {Blade Law (Epic Rank)- According to heaven's law, if the first sword misses, the second sword is a sure hit. Until the skill expires, the user gains Sword Aura.}

She looked like the version of me that Kael had once loved, the version that had never known a day of hunger. In her hand, she gripped the Mirror-Blade. It wasn't steel. It was a jagged spike of vitrified data, pulsing with a bruised purple light that hummed at the exact frequency of my Moonstone heart. She didn't look at the Alphas. She didn't look at the boy. She looked at the copper sutures across my stone chest—the physical bridge where the virus was currently downloading my soul. She raised the blade, the violet edge hovering inches from the central valve of my core.

Into the blade. Light flooded the black metal, filling the carved symbols. They glowed – wrong at first, resisting – then cracked. A sharp, splintering sound split the air. Mira's eyes widened. "No – " I tightened my grip. Pushed. The gold burned brighter – hotter than anything I'd felt before. The blade fractured. Lines spreading like spiderwebs across its surface – then it shattered. Shards exploded outward. One sliced across my arm. Another caught Mira's cheek.

As they reached the final chamber, Ayla stopped. At its center stood a single mirror—taller than a man, its frame carved from moonstone. The surface rippled faintly, as if it were breathing. Her heart pounded. “This is it.” Kian stepped closer, his hand on his sword. “Careful. The Mirror doesn’t just show. It binds.” Ayla ignored him. She lifted her hand and touched the glass. The surface rippled beneath her fingertips, cool and alive. For a heartbeat, she saw only her reflection. Then, slowly, another image formed—her face, but different. Darker eyes. A crescent mark glowing on her brow.

They attacked. Kale locked eyes with me. “Don’t falter!” We fought. The mirror world bent. Every blow echoed backward. My blade sang. I struck the first cultist, shadow screaming into ash. Azelia unleashed vortexes of violet light. Bianca cast waves of lunar energy. The figure from the lake raised her arms, guiding the flow of power into the dais. The weapon responded. Twin crescents merged, forging one blade aglow. I jumped toward the dais. The creature wielding it collapsed at the last cultist at my feet.

The blade gleamed as she prepared to bring it down. "Goodbye, Miranda."

"Now!" Noah appeared on the upper level, the royal blade in his hands. He threw it with perfect accuracy. The blade flew through the air, spinning end over end, heading straight for Victor's heart. Victor's hand shot out and caught it inches from impact. "Did you really think I wouldn't anticipate that?" He turned the blade over, admiring it. "A royal blade. How fitting. I'll use this to complete the ritual." He raised the blade high, moonlight glinting off silver, and brought it down toward Yuna's chest.

He stepped inside the demon’s swing, pivoted sharply— And drove his blade upward beneath the general’s armor. The steel stopped just short of Kharvek’s throat. Silence fell instantly. The duel was over. Kharvek froze. Adrian held the blade steady. “Yield,” Adrian said quietly. The demon’s jaw tightened. But he finally lowered his weapon. “I yield.” Adrian stepped back. The court erupted again—some cheering, others murmuring in disbelief. High above them, Vaelreth stood slowly from his throne.

The lift ascended in a terrifying, pressurized silence, the only sound the low-frequency hum of the anti-gravity stabilizers. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and the heavy, electric charge of two identical storms. Alexander stood at the rear of the cabin, his cerulean blade humming. Facing him was the Mirror, a Black-Sun Unit crafted from high-density liquid metal, its face an exact, silver-plated replica of his own.

Yuuto replied in cold tone, his eyes filled darkness and cruelty and it was radiating from his body. The head priest closed his eyes and started moving toward the Sacred Mirror, The Yata Mirror. It was placed at the middle of the altar. He started chanted the ancient enchantment that was only known by the head priest and it was bestowed generation after generation. The Summoning of Amaterasu.. Lights started to gather on the mirror and after the enchantment, it glowed so bright that Yuuto had to cover his eyes for a moment. Once the light dispersed, what was left behind was a woman with ancient clothing. She was glowing and floating.