Jinn BLADE
Chapter 124 | Light Upon the Air

Chapter 124: Chapter 124 | Light Upon the Air

The rays of daylight poured over the environment, filling the broken battlefield with warmth that hadn’t been seen for what felt like forever.

The once darkened land now glowed faintly under the sunlight, pushing away the heavy presence of corruption that used to hang over everything.

Verkaryon flapped his wings frantically, his breath uneasy, both of his dark spears now back in his grip, trembling slightly in his claws.

His face was twisted in disbelief.

What he saw below him—it didn’t make sense.

Jinn stood firm, his body wrapped not by crimson eidra anymore, but something far greater.

It was the eidra of Muradryn.

A powerful white energy that shimmered like it was alive, flowing around him like waves, humming with strength that felt older than the sky itself.

The corrupted eidra that surrounded Verkaryon stirred the moment it sensed it, reacting with unease.

It was almost like it was scared.

It pulsed wrong, unstable, as if trying to pull back into itself, like it didn’t want to be near the thing standing beneath it.

The air itself tensed.

Verkaryon could feel it through his feathers, through his bones.

That wasn’t the same boy who had been fighting earlier.

But there was no turning back now.

With a frustrated breath, Verkaryon threw one of his spears straight at Jinn.

*CRACK!

Not to kill, not yet—but to test.

To see how the new power would react.

The corrupted spear sliced through the air fast, humming with deadly intent, but not faster than Jinn.

Jinn didn’t even blink.

He moved.

Leapt.

*BANG!

The ground cracked under his feet as he launched himself upward with such speed that it sent a burst of wind behind him.

His body blurred, trailing pure white eidra, and in a heartbeat, he vanished from the spot he once stood.

Verkaryon’s eyes couldn’t keep up.

Then in a split second—Jinn reappeared.

Not in front.

Not below.

But right beside him.

Hovering at his side in the sky, silent, still, calm.

Too fast.

Too precise.

And Verkaryon hadn’t even begun to react.

"Tch!" Verkaryon grunted in pure frustration, his teeth gritting as he flapped all of his wings hard, blasting himself toward the right with incredible speed.

*Flap! *Flap! *Flap! *Flap!

His feathers shimmered with corrupted eidra as he tried to gain more distance, but no matter how fast he went, it didn’t feel enough.

Jinn could feel it now—clearer than ever before.

The air beneath him—it felt solid, like he could stand on it.

His body, it was lighter than it had ever been.

Not like when he used the crimson eidra, where every motion still had that slight weight.

This was different.

He felt no drag, no pull, only momentum.

It was as if gravity no longer mattered.

It was like he could fly.

And so, he did.

Jinn kicked off the very air itself, launching upward with a sudden blink,

*Bang!

trailing light as his body vanished for a second.

The force cracked the wind behind him, and in an instant, he had already caught up to Verkaryon.

"Where are you going?" Jinn said calmly, appearing right beside him.

Without pause, he swung his blade in a wide sideward arc.

The sword gleamed bright, pure white eidra coursing down the length of it, crackling loudly like thunder sealed in steel.

Verkaryon’s eyes widened in shock.

He didn’t expect that speed.

That closeness.

But instinct kicked in.

He twisted his body mid-air and brought both of his spears forward, crossing them in front of him.

He didn’t have time to strike—only to block.

The sword hit.

*BANG!

Jinn’s blade crashed against the twin spears in a blast of light and pressure.

A loud bang rang out through the sky as the two forces collided. And then—it happened.

The spears shattered.

Not cracked.

Not broken.

They were completely eradicated at the touch of Jinn’s sword, erased in a blink by the purity of the Muradryn’s eidra.

Fragments of the weapons faded into the wind like dust, their corrupted forms unable to hold against the ancient power.

"This can’t be...!" Verkaryon gasped, his voice shaking.

His hands trembled, disbelief covering his face.

Without thinking, he flapped his wings hard—

*FLAP!! *FLAP!! *FLAP!! *FLAP!! *FLAP!!

harder than he ever had before—and soared upward in desperation.

He pierced through the clouds above, his figure disappearing into the sky, running not just from Jinn, but from something he couldn’t understand.

But Jinn exhaled, calm and focused, before bursting upwards with a loud crack of air.

*BANG!

He kicked off the sky itself, the wind splitting around his body as the Muradryn eidra wrapped tighter around him.

His whole figure whirred with light, glowing like a streak of white fire as he shot through the clouds in a blink.

He moved so fast, faster than anything Verkaryon had ever seen, tearing through the cloud layer like it wasn’t even there.

And then he appeared—right above Verkaryon.

With his sword raised high, Jinn descended like a meteor from the heavens.

"DIE YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" Jinn roared, fury exploding from his lungs as he came down with full force, his blade aimed straight for the chest of the corrupted Shiren.

*Crunch!

The blade struck true.

"A-ARGH!" Verkaryon screamed, his voice ripping through the sky as the white eidra-coated sword plunged deep into the center of his chest.

The impact sent a shock through his whole body, wings snapping back, muscles locking in pain.

He tried—desperately—to focus his corrupted eidra to heal himself.

He forced it to wrap around the wound, to close the flesh, to stop the light.

But it didn’t work.

The Muradryn’s power began to eat at him from the inside.

It seared him.

It burned deep into his chest, into his veins.

His corrupted eidra started to unravel, vanishing as the pure white light devoured everything it touched.

It was like a fire he couldn’t smother.

Verkaryon struggled, arms flailing in panic.

As they fell through the sky together, his hands reached up and clawed at Jinn’s wrists, trying to break his grip.

Trying to pull him off.

But Jinn’s hands didn’t move.

He pushed the sword deeper.

*CCRUNCH!!!

Verkaryon’s body arched, wings flapping wildly, but nothing helped.

In a final act of desperation, he pulled his fist back and slammed it into Jinn’s face, dark eidra bursting from his knuckles.

*Thud!

But nothing happened.

The strike hit—but the eidra was gone.

The moment his fist made contact, the corrupted energy vanished like smoke in sunlight.

It had no effect.

It was already too late.

And then the two of them hit the ground.

*BANG!!!

A loud bang echoed across the battlefield as their bodies slammed into the earth.

The impact sent a violent shockwave outward, the ground trembling and cracking under the force of their fall.

Dust exploded into the air, and for a moment, nothing moved.

And then there it was.

From the exact point where Jinn’s blade had pierced Verkaryon’s chest, something began to stir.

A shift.

A change.

Verkaryon’s body started to glow faintly, and his feathers—once black and twisted with corrupted eidra—began to shimmer and shift in color.

Slowly, they turned vibrant.

Shades of green, blue, red, and gold began to flow along his wings, as if the darkness had been peeled away and his original form was returning.

The dark corrupted eidra was gone.

Expunged.

Burned out completely by the power of the Muradryn.

Yet even in that state, Verkaryon still struggled.

His arms trembled, claws scratching weakly at Jinn’s forearms.

But there was no strength in them anymore.

He couldn’t feel the corrupted power he once held.

It was gone.

Erased.

From the wound at his chest, thick red blood began to pour—real blood, not the black ichor that once flowed through his veins.

The infection that had twisted him... had vanished.

"Kurghk!" Verkaryon coughed violently, spraying blood from his mouth as he tried to speak.

"M-M-My lord... Forgive me..." his voice cracked as he clung weakly to Jinn’s arms, his claws twitching. "I-I have failed..."

Those were his last words.

His grip loosened.

His fingers slipped.

And then, his hand dropped lifelessly onto the ground.

*tap!

The light in his eyes flickered once before fading completely, leaving nothing but emptiness in his gaze.

Jinn exhaled, long and slow.

Without saying anything, he pulled his blade free from Verkaryon’s chest.

*shhht!

The sword let out a soft hum as it slid out, still glowing with faint white light.

Jinn turned slightly and snapped the blade to the side, flinging off the blood that clung to its edge.

Seconds passed.

Then Verkaryon’s body began to dissolve—not into black mist or ash—but into pure white light.

His body slowly broke apart, like particles of stardust rising upward.

His form turned into fragments of glowing light, small beads that floated gently, drifting higher and higher toward the sky.

It was peaceful.

Almost too peaceful.

Jinn watched it quietly, his face calm yet confused.

His brow lowered slightly, unsure what he was supposed to feel.

The same beast who had hunted them down.

Who had brought ruin.

Now returned to something... different.

He wiped the look off his face, shook the thoughts from his head.

Then, without saying a word, he turned around and began walking forward, his eyes now locked toward the direction of Zendrell’s arena cage.

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