Jinn BLADE
Chapter 100 | Fueled

Chapter 100: Chapter 100 | Fueled

Black eidra wrapped the surroundings like a suffocating veil, thick and impenetrable, then it began to whir with an eerie hum that grew louder with each second, spinning in tight circles as it began to push the environment outward.

*FWOOSH!!!

Gusts of wind surged violently around the area, uprooting loose snow and scattering debris into the air.

Several soldiers raised their arms, gathering eidra around their bodies as they block of the eidra rampaging through the area.

The pressure grew intense, like the eye of a storm collapsing inward.

"AAARGH!!" Garian’s screams tore through the madness, raw and animalistic, echoing across the frozen battlefield.

The air crackled, and then—multiple loud snaps, like bones splintering under immense force, rang out.

*Crack! *Crack! *snap! *Crack!

"Goddammit!" Zendrell cursed, eyes wide with alarm as he threw himself into a roll across the ground, narrowly avoiding a surge of black eidra that lunged at him like a living thing.

He rose to one knee, panting, before his gaze darted to the body lying motionless nearby.

Berkolex—his eyes remained open, but the light was gone. His skin had already turned pale, and his limbs no longer twitched with life.

He was dead.

The renowned scholar of the Empire of Zerafhon, one of the very scholars that could decipher and write the ancient scriptures of the Muradryn—an important asset.

Now dead at the hands of a traitor turned corrupted beast.

"Shit!" Zendrell muttered again, his frustration boiling over as he unsheathed his sword with a loud metallic scrape.

*SHHKK!!

The crimson hue along its edge flared with sharp energy as he held it up, grip on the hilt very tight.

Then, without warning, the black eidra surged around Garian’s form with a final burst.

His limbs bent and cracked unnaturally, twisting in violent angles before reshaping themselves.

Flesh turned to armor, soft tissue replaced with obsidian plates fused together like dragon scales, seamless and unbreakable.

The transformation was now complete.

Garian now stood upright—taller than before, broader in shoulders and girth, his silhouette casting a monstrous shadow across the snow.

His once-human figure had become something else entirely—sturdy, beastly, almost unnatural.

The dark armor pulsed with slow, steady rhythms, like a living heart beating beneath the surface.

He stood still for a moment, unmoving, as if the world itself paused in awe.

Slowly, he raised his hand and turned it in front of him, studying the plated fingers now shaped like claws.

He could feel something beneath the surface.

Something surging.

He felt it.

Power.

A deep, consuming power he had never known before.

Power that screamed potential.

Power that whispered promises of vengeance.

The power to crush everything that could stood in his path.

That power was now in his hands, obeying his will.

And now, he is the master of his own fate—at least, that’s what he thought.

"Hahahahaha!" Garian’s laugh rang out like thunder, wild and distorted.

His voice no longer sounded like his own.

It was deeper, almost metallic, echoing unnaturally through the air like it came from within a metal cage.

He was no longer a man.

He was now a beast.

"G-Garian, is that you?" Jirael’s voice quivered, barely more than a whisper as she stepped forward, trembling at the sight of what he had become.

Garian’s face could no longer be seen, his smile no longer existing and his eyes—now filled with red hatred as it glistened with corrupted power.

Garian turned his head ever so slightly, the plates of his armor creaking softly.

His helmet, shaped like the face of a demon, stared at her with glowing, lidless eyes.

"Even if I were to become a beast... I am still me, Jirael," he said, his voice low, warped, yet familiar.

"Your partner... and your lover."

Her eyes widened, lips parting in silent shock.

Slowly, she raised her hand, reaching toward him, seeking the warmth of the man she had once loved beneath the terrifying new shell.

But before their hands could touch, a flash of red light surged through the air.

*CRACK!!!

Zendrell was already charging, roaring as he swung his blade in a wide, horizontal arc, the crimson eidra dancing along its edge like fire.

"TRAITORS!" he bellowed, fury exploding in his voice as the blade crashed into Garian.

*CRASH!!!

A massive explosion of sound rang out.

Snow erupted around them like a geyser, clouds of white dust filling the air.

For a second, nothing could be seen.

Then the mist cleared.

Zendrell’s blade had connected—but not with the plated armor of Garian.

It had been stopped by a sword larger than a man, held in Garian’s armored hands.

The weapon was monstrous, its hilt coated with dark flesh that pulsed, and a twisted heart embedded in its shaft thumped with rhythmic beats.

*thump! *thump! *thump! *thump!

The blade screamed as Garian pushed forward, power crackling around him.

Zendrell gritted his teeth, barely able to hold his ground as he was forced to leap back, his boots skidding across the icy ground.

"You shall die for what you’ve done, bastards!" Zendrell shouted, spitting the words with venom and hatred.

Footsteps approached from behind him—firm, fast, steady.

Vendrael arrived at his side, bow already drawn.

His eyes locked on Jirael.

"Sister... what have you done?" he asked, his voice strained with disbelief and sorrow.

Jirael didn’t reply.

Her answer came in the form of light—her staff rising into the air, glowing with radiant eidra, prepared to strike.

"One of you, call up a distress signal!" Zendrell shouted at the nearby soldiers. His eyes never left Garian, not for a second.

"At once, Captain!" a soldier called, beginning to run.

But Jirael’s chains lashed out before he could move another step, shooting out like vipers.

Zendrell reacted instantly.

His sword intercepted the chains,

*Clang!

which coiled around the blade’s flat side.

Then, without pause, he wrapped his free arm around the chain and pulled.

"Urgh!" Jirael grunted, her boots sliding across the snow as Zendrell yanked her forward with immense strength, nearly lifting her off her feet.

"You handle your brother," Garian said, gripping his massive sword tightly, "and I’ll deal with this animal."

With that, Garian launched forward, the ground cracking beneath each step.

*bang! *bang *Bang! *Bang *BANG! *BANG *BANG!! *BANG!!!

Trails of black eidra streamed behind him like shadows chasing his form.

"Shit!" Zendrell cursed, letting go of the chain and shifting into a defensive stance.

"You take care of your sister, Vendrael! Your arrows will be effective!" he ordered.

"A-All right!" Vendrael responded quickly, though his voice trembled with conflict.

His bow shimmered as he pulled the string, creating a glowing eidra arrow.

He fired it immediately toward Jirael, but his heart faltered.

He had never imagined facing her like this, the mere fact that he would draw his bow towards her, appalled him.

His own sister.

A traitor.

Someone he shall now kill in the name of the empire he grew up in.

Yet, Jirael took advantage of his hesitation, pushing forward with aggressive blasts of light eidra from her staff.

Vendrael responded with a volley of arrows, but they were sparse and small—easily blocked by the shield of eidra Jirael summoned.

"What are you doing, Vendrael!?" she shouted, stepping into the offensive.

"I know that’s not all you’ve got!"

She unleashed a beam of pure light. It raced toward Vendrael like a spear.

But Vendrael moved fast—ducking low, skidding across the ground just as the beam sliced through where his chest had been moments before.

He retaliated quickly, unleashing two arrows that slithered along the ground like serpents. They twisted and curled, targeting Jirael’s feet.

She leapt into the air, soaring upward.

But the arrows followed, whistling sharply as they spiraled toward her midair.

"Tch!" Jirael clicked her tongue, swinging her staff and unleashing a wide arc of light that exploded outward.

The beams clashed midair with the arrows. A massive burst of light erupted, shaking the air around them.

Jirael was knocked backward, the blast disrupting her balance. She spun before crashing into the snow several meters away.

Vendrael didn’t hesitate. He rushed forward, drawing his bow again as he prepared to strike while she was vulnerable.

Yet he did not fire right away—instead, he waited.

Meanwhile, the echoes of another battle thundered across the battlefield.

The clash of titans—the corrupted power of Garian against the roaring fury of Zendrell, shook the ground.

Their blades collided again and again,

*CLANG!! *CLANG!! *CLANG!!

each strike heavier than the last,

*CLANG!! *CLANG!! *CLANG!!

exploding with energy.

Garian’s strength was overwhelming, monstrous. Zendrell blocked and deflected as best he could, sweat pouring down his brow despite the cold.

Each movement carved into the snow, scattering white into the air like ash.

The sky itself seemed darker above them, as if it too feared the outcome of the battle.

And so the war continued—brother against sister, one fueled by the love of her partner while one hesitated at the thought of killing his own blood.

And of course, beast against man, Garian fueled with fury and his dream of revenge, while Zendrell was fueled by the loss of an old mentor.

The snow bore witness to it all, stained with the light of eidra and the shadow of betrayal.

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