Chapter 64: Feeling it
Gorvo continued to gather silver light around himself, pulling it like fog and weaving it around his sword. And then he began to move his sword, silver light trailed after it like blurring echoes.
Then he held the sword still in front of him, upright, the tip face up, silver light ran from his hands to the grip and traced upward to the tip where they stilted into three different strands of sliver smoke.
Thaedric’s heart beat faster as he looked at the power that Gorvo had gathered for himself. "Impressive."
"I’m feeling some intense power," Sandskar said.
Thaedric narrowed his eyes as he watched Gorvo closely. Then his eyes widened by what he saw. "Sandskar! Full power!"
’I thought he was just gathering energy but those energy are moving so fast at great speed they seem stationary! It was the ground around him, deep gouging lines had been made as the silver energy ate into the stone floor’
Gorvo smiled. It was the first time he would be doing so since Thaedric knew him. It was a chilling smile. "So you see it." He whispered.
The problem with the technique that Gorvo was currently doing was that he must remain unmoving or else he would fall to his technique. That was the nature of his Bloodline technique– Sharpness.
All the silver energy around him is the essence of sharpness he conjured from his sword. And like the sword itself, it can cut its owner pretty badly.
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Kagerou should probably be watching the technique of the one who called himself the best swordsman but his body was tensed and full of tension because looking at the fighter with the mace he couldn’t help but put his hand on his sword and angle forward.
He looked just like Thaedric! His young master! Kagerou shook his head, that’s impossible. Thaedric is dead. Rotting in the Reckoning Sanctum. But why is his body moving forward slowly as if to protect him from the threat?
Since he was born to a contracted mother, Kagerou has only one purpose. And that was to serve Thaedric Hydraeus. This past few weeks, his life has been drifting in a dark space. But now, his hand itch to draw his sword.
With strong will, he held himself in place. He looked at the other fighter just in time to release his technique. And yes, his swordsmanship is impressive.
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"Ah...fuck." Thaedric said just as Gorvo unleashed his technique.
The three sliver energy whipped forward in an arc that briefly looked like the wave of a roaring sea made of blades, the air vibrated and the sounds were like that of two sharp knives rubbing together but hundreds of of times higher.
"Prepare yourself....!!" Thaedric saw the beginning of the technique but soon his vision was filled with silver light just as the technique slammed into him.
Sandskar held, for some seconds before he screamed in pain and his shield snapped, breaking like glass under a a hammer. Thaedric stood unprotected against the technique that would tear him to shreds limb by limb.
"Ahhhhhh!" Thaedric screamed and around purple aura exploded outward with force, the mace in his hand glowed hot purple and lightning of the same color flickered around him.
With a roar, he slammed his mace into Gorvo’s technique and an explosion of shockwave, broken stones, dust, flickering silver light, and lightning chun upward, generating a vicious wind that cleared the stage, sending dust up and around.
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Up in the audience stand, the royal stand that was closed off, a woman dressed in black bolted upward, her slitted purple eyes wide.
An older man with green hair and severe green eyes looked at his mistress. His sword was already in hand to face the threat. "What...?"
She clutched the necklace around her neck as if she wanted nothing but to rip it away but the chain flexed and glowed a dull gold, tightening around her. She waited and felt it again, carried by the wind she felt the aura that was so much like hers. "Impossible. Impossible..." she muttered and slowly stood on her feet.
She shuddered at the hope. That it might be broken again.
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Kagerou had been with Thaedric since he was born. Kagerou’s birth was a direct response to the pregnancy of the Bloodscion.
He knew the aura of the Hydraeus. And there are only two people in the world that have that aura. One of them should be dead.
Kagerou is a lazy simple man. He put his hand on his sword, anything he can’t ignore can usually be solved by his sword.
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The Elders all felt it and they stiffened. They are also Hydraeus if the sub-root of the main branch. That is the aura of a pure Hydraeus.
"What in the....?"
Inside, Cormac seethed. Isn’t the Iridessa done?
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Gorvo was breathing hard, his right hand trembled a bit, and sweat covered him, that was his strongest sword technique. Reaper blood should not survive it.
But the energy he felt before his technique collided...Gorvo shuddered. What was that?
The dust cleared and Gorvo sighed, of course, Reaper blood could not survive it! How could he survive his mightiest technique?
Thaedric was hunched over, bent forward, supporting himself with the broken remains of his mace. He was shaking and whispering to himself. Gorvo frowned, that didn’t sound like whispering. Is Reaper Blood laughing?
Gorvo’s mouth opened as he watched Reaper’s blood straighten, he was smiling and then he busted into laughter again.
Everyone was looking at him. Everyone. They were looking at the blood that covered his head from where the sword technique cut him.
Gorvo didn’t understand but he shivered at the sight of the purple blood. Then he clenched his teeth, he couldn’t believe his strongest technique didn’t work.
He raised his sword, dragging up his remaining mana from his core and putting it into his heart. His bloodline answered sluggishly and a sliver of light started to collect around his sword. "I will finish it this time."
"No, you won’t." A voice said, cooly.
