Chapter 21: A Sword Saint’s Resolve

The air was thick with death, an oppressive weight that pressed down on every soul present. Arawn felt it in his bones, a chill that clawed at his resolve and whispered promises of doom. The hooded figure’s aura hung heavy, its intensity suffocating, each step it took leaving behind withered plants and despair in its wake.

In a single fluid motion, the figure raised its claymore. Black lightning crackled violently around the blade, leaping off in jagged arcs that scorched the ground. The energy pulsed outward, creating a void-like silence that seemed to swallow all other sounds.

Lyra instinctively stepped forward, placing herself between the figure and Arawn. Her katana glowed faintly as she raised it, channelling her mana and aura into a protective stance. Sweat trickled down her brow as the immense energy from the figure’s claymore bore down on her.