“We are gathered here today…”
The door exploded open. “I object!”
“I haven’t gotten to that part yet!” The young-looking flat-chest priestess reading the vows immediately shouted back red-faced.
The sun was up in such a way that it shone in from behind the mysterious man who kicked out the door, shrouding him in darkness and making it difficult to see who he was. Even Eliana stared in confusion as, moments after she got up front and the ceremony began, the door was rudely kicked open and a trespasser entered. This was extra confusing because there were guards outside, not to mention the vast crowds of people. What sane person would storm up the steps of a cathedral in broad daylight in front of ten thousand witnesses, force their way past a half dozen guards, and then kick open the door and object?
“Wh-who are you?”
“Sorry… I’m not in the mood to be patient any longer.” The voice came from the door, pulling at Eliana’s chest for reasons she couldn’t understand.
The man began to walk forward, and as he left the light of the midday sun and entered into the church, people were able to make him out. Gasps exploded out from the crowds on both sides. A ghost and a monster had just walked right into the church. Laying calmly on his shoulder was a massive blade. It had a brutal looking blade, a thick hand, and a light red hue to it, and if it carried the malice of the world.
“Deek!” Eliana’s cry came out as a wail.
She was in complete shock. She felt like she was falling and floating at the same time. Was this a dream? Did she pass out and come to this wonderful world?
“You!” Draven Nova’s face turned several different shades of color before it finally settled on red. “You should be dead!”
“And yet… here I am.” I held out my hand innocently. “What was it called. I challenge you to a Karn.
“Heh… you won once before by pure luck!” He shouted. “You don’t even have the right to demand a Karn, but I’ll indulge you, and this time, I will put you down for good!”
“Well, there is no time like the present.” I lowered my sword.
He snarled, holding out his hand. One of the men by his side quickly pulled out and handed him a sword.
“Arrogant!”
“Alysia, cut everything but him.”
“My pleasure, Master.”
My entire body glowed, and those glowing runes moved up my sword too. It looked as if the blessings on my body were linked to the sword like we were seamlessly one object. I attacked, not depending on any skills, but pulling on the full strength of my blessings to increase my speed. Draven met me head-on, an arrogant glee in his face as went for a killing move.
His blade met mine, and then my blade kept going. It slid through the metal of his blade. There was only a split second when his expression turned from one of condescending victory into one of horror. The blade struck his armor, and then that separated too. The blade bisected through his entire body, slashing him from his right hip to his left shoulder, seemingly cutting him in two.
His armor exploded. His clothing went with it. The man himself went flying back, a spear of blood shooting out of his mouth as he stared in wide-eyed wonder, flying away from me. He slammed into the wall, shattering the stone like a crater. His naked body fell to the floor, and he slumped to his knees.
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