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If she let her guard down, if she missed any move, it could be fatal. Her hair remained tightly tied in her bun as she spun, attacked, defended. Two of her opponents were defeated, unconscious after she struck their heads. "Lariel, get down!" She crouches and rolls backwards. "POTENS FULGUR!" Instead of forked lightning, now several smaller, extended bolts of lightning take the form of chains, which directly strike the remaining soldiers. They fall. Sweaty and tired, the girl throws herself to the ground, but still without taking her hand off the axe. The wizard begins to run towards her.

I fought alongside Cain, our magic entwined in a deadly dance, as we pushed back the enemy forces. Amidst the chaos, I spotted a figure lunging toward Cain, sword raised high. Time seemed to slow as I stretched my hand out, desperation lending strength to my voice. “Stop!” I cried, and at that moment, lightning streaked across the sky, striking the assailant’s weapon. The blade shattered into pieces, leaving Cain unharmed. It was a reminder that my powers had been restored, and I marveled at the wonder of it all.

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.

For a short while each morning, the citadel felt almost peaceful. Adrian stepped into the open courtyard with his sword resting against his shoulder. The stone beneath his boots was cold, still damp with the night’s lingering frost. Thin mist curled along the edges of the training grounds, giving the towering walls a ghostlike appearance. He set the sword down carefully in the center of the courtyard. The weapon was enormous—nearly as tall as his shoulder and heavy enough that most soldiers struggled to lift it with both hands. Adrian lifted it easily. The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion.

All nine clan elders had each taught him something, so he would know a thing or two about everything from alchemy, Haki cultivation, chess, and the like. However, it was thanks to the Coffin that his sword cultivation grew so rapidly, and after the Coffin taught him the World Burial Sword. The cultivation methods such as the Emperor Mantra and Emperor Bloodline assisted him as well, establishing a foundation to build up to greater strength. "Okay," Soless replied, nodding. "What is that sword aura you use?" "World End Slash," Caleb replied. World End? Why did it sound so… demonic? Still, Soless shook her head to dispel the thought—there was no way Caleb would cultivate something so demonic.

They just sat there. — ❧ — Days eased into a rhythm. Mornings meant swordwork—she insisted. He taught her, patient and oddly gentle, correcting her grip over and over. Each time, his hands on hers, swift and professional, but she still had to force herself not to tremble. Afternoons were for theory, studying arrays, and figuring out her bizarre spiritual energy. It ignored every rule she’d ever read and paid her back with honesty in ways that almost made her laugh.

“The next sword is in Solaria.” Said Kariya. “Solaria, damn I hate that place, it's so and it stinks !” exclaimed Lena. Just then vale appeared carrying the Earth Breaker sword. She was still full of mud and her robe was in tatters. “I got the sword.” Said Vale holding up the sword. “Good job.” Said Kariya taking the sword from her. “You look like a mess.” Said Lena. “I had to fight a Gate Guardian, then the Sword Keeper showed up, but I got away before she could attack.” Said Vale.

That would kill my reputation, indeed. But what if we do encounter danger?! Will two men be able to defend us four? I doubt Li ShiZen, with his flimsy arms, can do anything of use. I mean, I had done some research on sword fighting and self-defense while writing my novels. Perhaps that may be of use? Silence prevails in the carriage. Some time has passed. When I glance out the miniature window, the daylight is still present. If only I had a clock. While my eyes dawdle around, I spot that the Co-Commander is resting his eyes. He sits a few feet away, in front of me. His hands are crossed together, with the specialized sword for brocade-clad guards on his right.

His younger brother. In his peripheral vision, Nicholai saw Elvious movement. On its hand, a red sword appeared. Nicholai new that sword, the sword of Elious. A sword that can takes away someone's ability for eternity. In a quick motion, Elvious appeared just infront of Nathaniel, Elious sword on hand barreling towards Nathaniel's body. But before it hit Nathaniel, someone blocked it from there.

She glanced around and saw that the village elders were in complete attendance. Behind the Duke's son stood two new faces, the foreigner and the noble who she talked to earlier this morning. She tried to bring her mind to what they discussed just to distract herself from what happened inside the manor. The Sword of the Godslayer. She thought to herself. If my father had access to the artifact she just held, is there any chance that he might have had the Zephyrean sword as well?