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said Hugo raising his sword. Athen was landing blows on Jin, Jin took him for a kid but didn't knew the power he had, Jin was just dodging Athen's attack, Athen was so fast he didn't gave any openings to Jin, Athen landed a heavy blow which Jin tried to block with his spear but Athen's power was on another level, Athen pushed his sword right through the spear cutting it in half and ripped out the chest of Jin, blood gushed out of his body as he fell on his knees, Athen didn't stopped he went on and chopped off his head.

Arwan's whispering voice echoed, “It's been a while since I heard your thoughts.” “You got my message,” I asked happily. “Of course, there's no way I wouldn't… Melonie, I'm sorry about our son, I…” “Let's keep that aside, we have something much more terrifying to deal with,” I cut him off. “Alastor is after Ashera.” “What the hell is Ashera?” Arwan asked calmly. “It's a very powerful sword named after its last owner,” I explained, “Find it before Alastor does.”

Sachin looked at Severin with a solemn expression. He then said grimly, "Everyone underestimated you." With a subtle gesture, Sachin raised his hand. A dazzling light emanated from it and turned into a bronze halberd. The weapon stretched nine feet long, boasting a dragon-headed blade with sharp edges on both ends. Its bronze sheen exuded a formidable aura, marking it as a premier spiritual artifact.

He pulled another arrow and started pulling on the string. Just then, a loud crack echoed throughout the room. Blood gushed from the archer's waist as an axe lodged itself on his side, piercing through his armor. The axe pulled away, and the archer turned to take a look and saw Ashvell standing by the entrance, holding on his double-bladed axe as if he was chopping down a tree. He took another swing towards the archer, which he blocked with his bow. The bow broke in half, and the archer managed to dodge away. Ashvell took another swing, and another, unfortunately he already lost the element of surprise. His enemy was too quick and agile for his big weapon and wide attacks.

Ashwin's eyes finally focused on the weapon in his adversary's grip, and a shiver of dread coursed through him. "A quintuple-edged dagger... you... you're King Pendragon..." He could not believe that the man he had been plotting against was then standing before him; his earlier bravado evaporated. With a bow of submission, Ashwin's voice quivered with fear, "King Pendragon, have mercy! Please, spare me. The Ashwin organization will surrender to you without conditions!"

Gwen I climbed down from my horse and ran blindly in the snow. Arrows darken the sky like a swarm of deadly hornets, raining down upon the combatants with relentless fury. Shields clash as soldiers form a shield wall, bracing against the onslaught. Swords flash in the sunlight, carving through the chaos with deadly precision. Amidst the chaos, champions emerge, their valour shining like beacons in the midst of darkness. But they are slaughtered. They rally their comrades, leading charges and striking down foes with legendary prowess. Yet, even the bravest warriors falter in the face of overwhelming odds.

Runes ran along the hilt—half flame, half crescent—and the metal pulsed like it was alive. Racheal stepped closer. The blade sang to her blood. “You feel it, don’t you?” Myra whispered. “It was made for you.” Racheal reached out, fingers hovering over the hilt. “What is it?” Myra exhaled slowly. “It’s called Ashweaver. A soulbound blade. Forged at the end of the Flame Wars by a rogue godsmith. It can kill a vessel of divine blood… but only if wielded by one who shares that blood.”

“Rowyn has found her weapon. Keep looking, everyone.” To me, he murmured, “That axe has waited five hundred years. Never chosen anyone. It was waiting for you.” The chill down my spine didn’t go away. He snapped his fingers and the axe disappeared. “Now summon it,” he said. I closed my eyes. Thought of her. Felt her. She appeared in my hand before I opened them. “Your weapon has a name,” he said softly. “Listen.” Silence. A pulse. A whisper. Rivenstar.

It was then I realized that that was a teasing chuckle. "Maybe there have been a lot of changes from the time I was away. I speak with the image I recalled at the time I was here." Rose shrugged, "It wouldn't be bad to see warriors though, watch them fight in their metal armour and their silver swords." "We're Wolves, not knights. Our fights are much more brutal than you'll expect." "I'm not surprised," She tittered, just then she stopped moving, I turned to ask why the sudden stop. And there she stood rooted to the ground with eyes and mouth wide open. She looked like she was stabbed swiftly on the chest with a sword .