Ethereal Blades の小説・ストーリー

Anetta got so mad and tired of hiding her anger, in a fast move she got the Gazemel blade that was meant for the Light and launched an attack at Adell who is now in trance receiving the spirit of the Light. “Now the Gazemel blade had been passed down from generation to generation of the Light, the blade exhibited a white glow that beams from it when it's with the light, but once the light dies the blade dies and waits for the next Light till it comes into action again. Now this blade is a very poisonous blade that could take even the Light out if it turned it back at the light. This blade was to be handed to her during the coronation when they thought she was the Light. She launched into mid

The sword was like made specifically for her as it was comfortable to her hands and it felt familiar and comforting to the touch. "The Ethereal blade" Caro said, his voice was deep but sharp as the blade. "Blessed and forged in heavenly fire. Made with the very material used to build the Hall of Life" he pointed at the huge building that stood at the center of the city, "it will help you fight the abyssal creatures". Serra swallowed and stared at him. She was never been good at fighting and she haven't even touched a sword before. She pictured herself fighting the Reapers with a sword made her gag and dizzy. She's no fighter, she only plants carrots and potatoes at the farm.

Once Asherah had made up her mind, she sprung into action. Her eyes flashed brightly as the winds gathered around her, morphing into several wind blades that were as long as a door yet as thin as a hair strand. At a rough estimate, there were at least twenty of these wind blades behind Asherah! The wind hummed strongly as the wind blades swiftly consolidated themselves. “Blood Arts: Infusion”

Eleya replied. "Maybe, maybe. But that's not important right now." The serviteur shook his head, "Makamisa, Angel of the Animal Tongue has become a stray, corrupted with selfishness." said the serviteur as he raised his palm against her. Eleya grinned, clenching her fists as she stood her ground. The serviteur slashed his hand in the air as fast as possible, projecting a ray of air that acted as blades. Eleya narrowly dodges them and as soon as she found an opening, a deer charged on the serviteur. He avoided the attack, but another followed.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

It's a lot different when you're in the shit. My blade started to glow blue. I was preparing for a [Raiden's Finger]. I lifted my sword into the air forming a large blue electric blade. I was going to cut down Syllia when a dwarf appeared in front of her. He had a knife in each hand, and around his feet, wind was swirling.

Its flank was deeply gashed by my knife. Ethan pushed at it, throwing it off balance, then swung his blade into its chest as it howled and spun toward me. Without letting it fall, he yanked me up close while speaking in a hard whisper. "Bells, stay with me!" The sheer intensity of him,his presence, his command, the way his body emanated heat and danger in equal measure was what made me gasp, not fear. However, the mist was moving, so there was no time to consider that. The rogues, not the mist. We are surrounded by half a dozen shapes that are slipping between the trees. "They're herding," I murmured quietly. Ethan glanced in my direction. "We break the herd after that." I slashed right, he