Jinn BLADE
Chapter 119 | One Sided

Chapter 119: Chapter 119 | One Sided

*During the time Venedix was locked in battle with Malgareth himself...

"RAAGH!" Garan roared, his voice filled with rage as he lunged straight toward one of Malgareth’s clones.

The clone was already mid-swing, its large blade crashing downward with deadly force.

Garan met the attack head-on,

*CLANG!

his claws clashing with the sword in a violent impact that sent a shockwave bursting around them.

The ground beneath them cracked slightly from the force, both of their powers colliding in raw strength.

At the same time, Erenhold’s chains slithered across the battlefield like snakes, twisting and curling around the feet of the four clones.

His clone stood still, both arms raised slightly as the chains followed his will, binding the legs of each clone and holding them in place.

The metal links shimmered faintly with dark energy, keeping the enemies trapped just enough to limit their movement.

Using that brief window, Troy raised his staff and sent out a flurry of dark spears.

*Crack! *Crack! *Crack! *Crack!

Piercing bolts of eidra launched from the tip of his weapon, each one sharp and fast, shooting straight toward each clone.

The strikes came in rapid succession, hitting their targets with precision.

Each spear exploded on impact, sending blasts of dark light against the bodies of the clones.

Meanwhile, Biyo was holding his own.

With raw strength and steady footing, he managed to keep two of the clones distracted.

He moved fast, striking with hard blows that forced the enemies back. His axes shimmered faintly with cold eidra, and each time he struck, a loud crack rang through the air.

The clones were getting hit.

They were getting slashed, pierced, and knocked back.

Damage appeared on their armor, gashes split across their limbs, dents forming along their weapons.

It seemed like the combined effort of the team was working.

But it wasn’t.

Just seconds after each wound was made, the clones began to heal.

Cuts vanished.

Dents reversed.

Broken parts of their armor mended themselves in front of their eyes.

The injuries they dealt were gone, as if time itself was being rewound for the clones.

It was like nothing they did mattered.

The damage was real—but only for a moment.

And then, it was all undone.

One of the clones suddenly lowered its stance and raised its massive sword, the blade gleaming faintly under the battlefield’s light.

With a heavy swing, it brought the weapon down toward the chains wrapped around its legs.

*Crack!

The blow landed hard, snapping the bindings apart with a loud crack as broken metal links scattered along the ground.

Freed, the clone wasted no time.

*Bang!

It dashed forward with surprising speed, aiming directly toward Garan, who was already locked in combat with another of the clones.

The ground trembled slightly under the weight of the clone’s rush, its sword raised and ready to strike from behind.

But it never reached him.

Before the clone could close the distance, multiple eidra-based attacks struck it from different directions.

First came Orin’s violet blast, a powerful explosion that forced the clone to halt for a split second.

Then followed a flurry of sharp ice daggers launched by Verhedyn, freezing small parts of the clone’s armor upon impact.

Vox sent out bursts of electric charges, each one zapping and crackling across the clone’s shoulders and arms.

Lastly, beams of light rained down from Ophelia, hitting the clone with precision.

Though the clone took all the hits and remained standing, its movements slowed for just a moment.

It wasn’t enough to damage it seriously—but it was enough.

Taking the chance, Erenhold’s clone moved again.

Another chain slithered from beneath him, racing silently across the ground before wrapping tightly around the clone’s legs once more.

This time, it held firm, locking its feet in place and halting its advance completely.

"Well done," Troy called out, his voice calm but pleased as he stepped forward, raising his staff.

He aimed it at the trapped clone, the dark crystal at its tip glowing brighter.

With a sudden burst, a snapping dark eidra shot from the staff.

The energy twisted through the air and wrapped around the clone’s body like a serpent, tightening and pulsing with dark power.

"If our attacks don’t work," Troy said as his staff began to whirr with more intensity, "then we just contain them."

The dark eidra surrounding the clone shifted, humming loudly before exploding outward—not violently, but with a sharp controlled pulse that reshaped itself into a transparent, cube-shaped barrier.

The box of energy sealed around the clone, trapping it completely inside.

The walls shimmered faintly, like glass made from pure magic.

The clone, realizing it was trapped, roared and raised its massive blade.

With full force, it swung at the barrier, trying to break free.

*Clang!

The blade hit the surface—but the strike bounced off harmlessly.

The barrier didn’t even ripple.

The clone tried again, swinging even harder.

*CLANG!

Still, nothing.

The cage held strong.

"Looks like we will need to secure them long enough for Venedix herself to finish Malgareth," Troy continued, his voice firm, steady, as his eyes swept across the battlefield, watching the chaos unfold with a calm that felt unnatural for the situation.

"I could help with that," Hector said, stepping forward with purpose.

He held his sword tightly in both hands, then raised it high before stabbing it into the ground.

He waited, expecting something to happen.

Expecting the same reaction that always came whenever he called upon the sword’s power.

But this time, nothing happened.

There were no shifting vines.

No green light rising from the ground.

No burst of natural energy that answered the sword’s presence.

Just silence.

The blade simply stood there, stuck into lifeless dirt.

Troy slowly turned his head toward Hector, his expression narrowing slightly.

He didn’t speak at first.

He only watched him for a moment, then shifted his eyes downward to the sword embedded in the ground.

"The Greenthorn," Troy finally said, his voice low. "Sword of the Green Knight."

He took a breath before continuing, "It’s a blade that reacts with the surrounding nature. It grows more powerful the more it’s surrounded by the eidra of the earth... the more life that’s around it, the more strength it holds."

Hector looked confused, stunned. "How did you...?"

But Troy didn’t let him finish.

"Unfortunately," he interrupted, "this place is nothing like the lands where your sword used to thrive. It lacks life. It lacks the natural flow of eidra. There’s no grass, no trees, no soil filled with breath. There is only ruin here. This space... it’s dead. Hollow. A field twisted by the hands of Malgareth—or that mysterious figure we saw before. Whoever or whatever it was, it made sure this battlefield would never be touched by life again."

He turned away from Hector, no longer interested in conversation.

His attention was already back on the battlefield where the sounds of clashing steel and roaring energy echoed endlessly.

"This fight isn’t for you to contribute, child," Troy said coldly, his hand tightening on his staff.

Then, without warning, he raised his staff high and pointed it directly at one of the clones locked in combat with Biyo.

The crystal at the top of his staff began to hum with intensity, pulsing with dark energy that swirled around it like a storm ready to burst.

*Crack!

With a loud snap, a powerful lance of dark eidra shot forth from the staff, cutting through the air like a bolt of lightning.

The lance struck the clone square in the chest.

The impact was heavy. The force behind the strike made the clone stagger backward, its armor cracking slightly from the direct hit. For a brief second, the darkness that pulsed around the clone’s body flickered as if disrupted.

Troy’s eyes stayed focused.

He wasn’t done yet.

Then, with another loud whir, the lance that Troy had fired suddenly exploded in a burst of dark energy.

*BANG!

The impact created a wave of force strong enough that Biyo had to leap backward, avoiding the shock that spread out from the center of the blast.

Dust rose up around them, and for a moment, the battlefield was clouded with smoke and crackling dark light.

As the dark eidra settled, it didn’t vanish—instead, it shifted.

The shattered energy from the explosion began to move on its own, twisting and swirling around the clone that had been struck.

The fragments spun faster and faster, wrapping around the clone like a net made of smoke and force.

And then, under Troy’s control, the swirling eidra snapped together and reshaped itself into a square barrier—solid and glowing faintly as it locked the clone inside, sealing it completely.

The fight had turned completely in their favor now.

The battle was clearly one-sided at this point.

Biyo and Garan moved like seasoned warriors, their attacks sharp and their timing perfect.

Together, they kept the clones engaged, not allowing them even a moment of freedom.

Their movements were fast, focused, and relentless.

While neither of them could land a killing blow, they kept the clones busy long enough for Troy to intervene.

And with every opening they created, Troy would act—trapping one clone after another until none were left.

And there it was.

Exactly four clones now stood trapped inside Troy’s eidra prisons.

Each one locked inside their own square-shaped barrier, unable to move, unable to strike.

Their blades still clutched in hand, their eyes still glowing with menace, but completely helpless within the unbreakable walls of dark energy.

Troy tapped the base of his staff against the ground, a soft

*thump!

echoing beneath him.

His eyes slowly turned toward the left, where the real battle was taking place—where Venedix and Malgareth were still locked in a fierce duel, their powers shaking the earth around them.

"Now, then," he muttered, his voice calm and certain.

He narrowed his eyes as he watched the two warriors exchange blow after blow in the distance.

"Let’s wait for Venedix to finish her job."