Jinn BLADE
Chapter 115 | Prelude in Black

Chapter 115: Chapter 115 | Prelude in Black

*Moments ago, just as Jinn had fallen from the tower—pushed off after Verkaryon’s sudden charge.

Venedix gritted her teeth as she brandished both her blades, crimson arcs of eidra cracking and dancing along their length like living veins of lightning.

The air around her grew heavy, humming with tension, yet even as her stance shifted for an imminent dash, she didn’t strike.

Not yet.

Her sharp eyes never left Malgareth.

"Troy," she said firmly, her voice cold but steady, "where did the boy go?"

Troy, still wheezing from the crushing grip he had endured just moments ago, reached for his fallen staff and used it to brace himself upright.

*cough!

He coughed once, hard, before speaking.

"The boy—he fell off the tower. They’re falling fast. Him and that winged freak," he said, his tone shaken but still clear enough.

He paused, briefly closing his eyes, letting his eidra pulse outward like waves across the air.

Then his eyes opened again.

"But I can still sense him. My eidra’s tracking his presence. He’s heading straight toward Zendrell and Jirael’s position," he added quickly.

Venedix didn’t say a word for a moment, but the subtle twitch of her brow showed she had already processed everything.

She bent her knees slowly, her muscles tensing, her entire form brimming with eidra now swirling violently at her feet.

Her blades flared even brighter in response, ready to cut through the sky at her command.

"Perfect," she finally said. "Zendrell will save him. That much I trust."

She then continued.

"Go," she ordered. "Lead the others down to the surface. Regroup with them and wait for the signal."

Troy gave a quick nod, though his body still trembled slightly, his fingers gripping the staff tighter.

Venedix’s voice dropped just slightly, laced with quiet fury.

"As for me—I’ll take care of this scum myself."

*Crack!

Just as soon as she spoke those words, Venedix launched herself forward in a burst of crimson light, blades drawn back to her hips, ready to strike with deadly precision.

The wind howled behind her from the force of her movement, a shockwave trailing her step.

Her crimson eidra flared violently around her form, leaving faint streaks behind her dash.

Malgareth didn’t flinch—he lifted his massive black sword and pulled into a defensive stance, letting the corrupted eidra surge from his core.

His blade roared to life with thick dark tendrils that wrapped all over it, even surrounding parts of his armor as if to reinforce his form.

He took the full brunt of her charge without retreating.

And then—

*CLANG!

Their blades collided with a deafening bang, metal screeching and energy snapping in every direction as crimson met corrupted black.

Sparks flew like shattered stars.

For a moment, neither one budged.

Their eidra roared against each other, fighting like wild storms locked in a clash of wills.

"Is this it?" Venedix spoke, her voice sharp and unshaken.

"The power of the self-proclaimed true king?"

Her arms pushed forward harder, pressing her twin blades deeper against Malgareth’s sword, making him skid half a step back.

"Tch!" Malgareth grunted, dark corrupted veins pulsing along his armored arms.

*Boom!

The corrupted eidra on his sword suddenly burst outward in an attempt to force her away, thick waves of black smoke-like power erupting.

But it wasn’t enough.

Venedix didn’t even flinch.

She pushed through the blast, her crimson energy refusing to yield.

Her blades held their ground, and slowly began to force Malgareth’s sword back—inch by inch, despite all his strength.

Her eyes glowed fiercer now, like the core of a flame that refused to die.

While the two titans clashed with pure force and fury, Troy moved behind them. He steadied his breath, lifted his staff, and slammed it gently into the stone beneath him with a solid thud.

*thud!

The moment the staff struck, ripples of dark light expanded around its tip before multiple portals tore open around them—just like they had done before.

"Come," Troy said, his voice calm but firm.

"Just as you entered before—now I’ll lead us down. There won’t be interruptions this time, not with the pillar gone."

"Great," Orin replied, already pivoting on her heel.

"Let’s rendezvous with Jinn!"

She turned toward the nearest portal, her footsteps quick, not wasting a second more.

The others began to follow.

But before they could step through the portals, Malgareth extended his arm to the side, his fingers curling slowly as if pulling something from the very air itself.

In an instant, thick dark energy began to wrap around his hand, spiraling like smoke and lightning all at once.

The pressure it released was heavy, suffocating, unnatural.

Venedix sensed it—her instincts reacting faster than her thoughts.

She twisted and swung one of her blades toward his arm, aiming to completely cleave the limb before it could finish whatever it was about to do.

Her strike was fast, precise, and merciless.

But Malgareth blocked it just in time, raising his massive sword at an angle.

*Bang!

The clash sent a jarring tremor through his blade and into the armor on his forearm.

A visible ripple shot down the plates, and for a brief second, it looked as if it might crack.

Still, he held firm.

Dark eidra began to leak out from between the seams of his armor like steam escaping a broken engine.

It hissed and pulsed as he stood tall and unfazed.

"You are all mistaken," Malgareth spoke, his voice deeper now, layered with something ancient.

"You have already damned yourselves the moment you stepped foot onto this world."

He narrowed his eyes of void, voice rising.

"Have all of you forgotten? This is my domain!"

Then, with all the force gathered into his corrupted hand, he slammed his palm into the ground.

*CRACK!!!

A thunderous crack echoed across the tower as the floor beneath them split in all directions.

The ground quaked.

From the point of impact, massive pillars of dark eidra shot up like jagged spears, exploding outward with chaotic force.

The entire floor shattered beneath them, and from the cracks, more of the black eidra slithered upward like living shadows.

It didn’t stop.

It moved fast—faster than even Venedix could react to completely.

The dark substance spread, coiling like vines through the broken stone, wrapping around everything it touched.

It surged upward, swallowing the floor, the shattered pillars, even a large chunk of the tower behind them.

It was like a living sea of darkness rising from below.

Venedix growled, her crimson blades flaring.

She gathered her eidra quickly and her blades burned brighter—this time, glowing with arcs of gold.

Prime Eidra.

She swung in wide, furious motions, her strikes leaving streaks of golden light in the air as she tried to cut through the black tide.

But it didn’t work.

Each slash cut through the air—but the darkness didn’t part.

The golden eidra clashed with the dark substance, yet there was no explosion, no impact.

The shadows didn’t even resist.

They simply absorbed her strikes, like they were swallowing light itself.

It wasn’t corrupted.

That’s what made it strange.

This darkness... wasn’t the same as before.

It didn’t carry the rot, the twisted nature of corrupted eidra.

It felt whole.

Untainted.

It felt... pure.

Pure darkness.

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