Jinn BLADE
Chapter 58 | His Edge

Chapter 58: Chapter 58 | His Edge

*BANG!

With a thunderous bang, Jinn launched forward, Fangeryth drawn—the blade alive with coursing crimson eidra along its edge.

It crackled powerfully—like lightning, creating arcs of electrictiy through the mist as he dashed straight toward the towering beast.

His gaze didn’t waver as he moved.

No fear.

Only intent.

Which was to slay.

The creature’s malformed frame loomed ahead as its long, crooked limbs twitched, its head jerking unnaturally as it mumbled weirdly.

Jinn didn’t hesitate.

He slashed.

*CRACK! *SLASH!

The arc of his blade was both swift and deadly, aimed clean at the beast’s spindly right leg.

But the moment before Jinn’s strike could land, the beast vanished.

The mist swallowed it whole as it disappeared.

Then...

A whisper in the air.

A shift behind him.

Jinn’s eyes widened as he felt it, a sudden pressure.

He turned quickly.

The creature reappeared directly behind him, arms raised high like guillotine blades, joints snapping as they moved.

It let out a warped, deafening screech as it brought its serrated limb down to cleave Jinn in two.

Jinn spun his body on instinct, raising Fangeryth in a smooth motion.

*CLANG!

The beast’s serrated arm crashed into the flat of his blade, a shockwave bursting outward from the impact.

The ground cracked beneath his boots as he was forced back—sliding several meters across the mossy forest floor.

But he didn’t fall nor buckle.

His grip on his sword remained strong.

His stance, unshaken.

Fangeryth gleamed, undented.

Jinn’s chest rose and fell slowly in a controlled manner.

If Zendrell’s brutal training had taught him anything, it was how to endure attacks that could crush bone, shatter armor, and leave nothing but pulp.

Well, Zendrell did beat Jinn into a pulp—yet that molded him, made him even more stronger.

He had survived endless rounds against strikes far stronger than this.

And this creature?

It was strong—but compared to Zendrell?

It felt light.

Jinn slowly straightened his form, his fingers tightening around Fangeryth’s hilt.

The crimson eidra surged brighter, coiling around his limbs like lightning made solid.

"...You’re not the first monster I’ve faced," he muttered, eyes narrowing. "And you won’t be the last."

The beast hissed, slamming its claws into the earth.

Jinn wore a serious expression—his jaw tight—eyes sharp and locked onto the beast.

For his next attack, he didn’t rush in this time.

Instead, he pulled his sword back, gathering eidra along the blade until it crackled and hissed with raw crimson energy.

The air around it shimmered and distorted.

Then...

he swung.

*BANG!

Not once.

*BANG! *BANG!

Not twice.

*BANG! *BANG! *BANG! *BANG!

Multiple rapid slashes tore through the air, each arc releasing a wave of roaring eidra that streaked forward like lightning bolts. The forest lit up in red.

The first wave slammed into the beast’s leg, making it stagger with a roar.

The second struck its twisted arm, forcing it aside.

The third crashed into its torso, knocking it slightly back.

And the fourth, straight into its head—sent a sharp crack through the mist like a thunderclap, bursting through flesh and bone with violent force.

Each impact rang out like lightning striking stone, loud, sharp, and echoing across the battlefield.

*SHRIEK!!!

The creature shrieked as the waves tore into it, its body twitching and convulsing from the blows.

Jinn didn’t flinch.

He took a step forward—blade still raised, watching the mist swirl around the beast’s silhouette.

"Get up," he muttered coldly. "I’m not done yet."

The beast bellowed in pain, a guttural roar that shook the mist—but it wasn’t done yet.

Its wide, twisted mouth opened further, in an unnatural way, and from it came a flood of dense mist, rolling out in a wave that swept straight toward Jinn.

*FWOOOSH!!!

Thick.

Suffocating.

Blinding.

"Tch." Jinn clicked his tongue in frustration, shielding his face with one arm as the cold mist slammed into him like a gale.

His lungs tightened. Breathing became a struggle.

Then, through the haze, along with the chaos, a faint whirring sound caught his ear.

*whirr... *bzzz... *click...

Mechanical. Subtle.

He turned slightly, eyes narrowing, and spotted it through the swirling fog.

A drone.

That same transparent drone from earlier, hovering just out of reach, its lenses focused intently on him.

Watching.

Studying.

Recording.

*whirr... *bzzz... *click...

Jinn’s eyes lingered for a second. Then he scoffed.

"I didn’t know I had an audience."

Jinn’s smirk returned.

He lowered Fangeryth slightly, then raised it again with a twist of his wrist—spinning the blade in a circular motion in front of him.

Once.

*Fwoom!

Twice.

*Fwoom!*Fwoom!

Faster.

*Fwoom!*Fwoom!*FWOOM! *FWOOM!

The crimson eidra around the blade surged—sparking wildly as the air began to twist and swirl around it, like a miniature storm forming at the edge of his sword.

"You watching closely?" he muttered.

Then, louder—facing the beast in front of him.

"Watch this."

The energy crackled louder and louder, wind pulling in from every direction as the spinning built momentum—turning Fangeryth into a blur of red lightning.

===

On the other side of the monitor, Merilyn stood up sharply—her eyes widening as the crimson light reflected in her lenses.

"That move..." she whispered, breath catching in her throat.

Her gaze drifted to the corner of the room—to the glass case that held her old weapon. Zaepherax, its long shaft layered in dust, but its blade still gleamed with a sharp, unwavering crimson glow.

"It’s just like how I used to wield my glaive..." she murmured, voice touched with awe and something deeper...nostalgia, maybe even regret.

Her eyes stayed locked on the feed, watching every movement Jinn made.

Far away in the heart of Sorellia, within the estate’s lavish halls, Zendrell was lounging with his usual swagger and laziness—legs kicked up on a table as he chewed lazily on a stalk of dried fruit.

But now, he burst into laughter, his booming voice echoing through the thick walls like thunder.

"Hahaha! This kid—this damn kid!" he howled, slapping his knee with a sharp crack.

"He’s actually doing it!"

He leaned forward, eyes gleaming as he watched the drone’s feed with fiery pride.

"Show them, Jinn—show them what my training gave you!"

Meanwhile, far above the world of Juggernot—aboard the Crimea—the dreadnought of House Sorellia—Venedix sat in her private quarters.

Her desk was buried under a mountain of parchment and digital documents, but she wasn’t reading any of it.

Her eyes were fixed on the same screen.

On Jinn.

She watched in total silence as he danced with his blade amidst the mist, facing down the monstrous Jerkkaen.

A creature of illusion and manipulation. A beast that specialized in ambush, deception, and splitting prey from their herd.

Jinn stood alone.

And yet—he fought with no hesitation.

Venedix’s eyes narrowed. She watched his footwork.

His balance.

The flow of eidra coiling around his body and blade.

Every movement was analyzed.

Every swing dissected.

"...He still lacks control," she muttered, folding her arms tightly across her chest.

Her index finger tapped against her elbow rhythmically.

*tap! *tap! *tap!

"His eidra output is wasteful. There’s too much leakage in the flow. He’s burning stamina faster than he should."

A long pause followed—then a faint nod.

"...Still. This is an improvement."

The corners of her lips twitched ever so slightly, not quite a smile.

"But you’ll need much more than that, Jinn... much more."

===

With a final spin of the blade, Fangeryth roared to life, its crimson edge flaring with volatile and crackling eidra.

Jinn’s stance widened.

His eyes locked forward—towards the beast.

And then...

He struck.

*crack...*CRACK! *CRACK!!!

With a thunderous swing, he cleaved through the mist in front of him, unleashing a monumental burst of eidra that surged outward like a tidal wave of power.

The very air around him trembled.

A sharp crack echoed like lightning across the woods, followed by a concussive

*BOOM!!

that flattened the underbrush.

The mist didn’t just thin, it was obliterated, driven back by a whirlwind of spiraling force until it dissolved into nothing.

And what it revealed made Jinn narrow his eyes.

The Jerkkaen stood there—spindly and monstrous.

But now, fully exposed.

No shadows to hide behind, no illusions to weave.

No tricks left.

It recoiled, letting out a shrill, fractured scream.

A sound not born of rage or hunger—but of terror.

Its tall legs buckled slightly.

Its breath hitched.

Something within it twisted, foreign and ancient, an emotion it had never truly known.

Fear.

Real, primal fear.

The kind that clawed up your spine and whispered in your mind,.

You are no longer the predator.

The beast took one step back.

Then another.

And finally—it ran.

Its long, uneven limbs stumbled as it fled into the woods, crashing through vines and bark in desperate retreat.

No grace.

No tactics.

Just raw instinct to survive.

Yet its fate had already been sealed.

Jinn bent his knees low, muscles tensing beneath his clothe, and aimed Fangeryth toward the fleeing beast.

Crimson eidra danced wildly along the blade—arcing like lightning, pulsing with lethal intent.

"Die."

*BANG!

With a sudden bang, the air cracked—Jinn vanished in a blink, ripping through the space between them as though the forest itself couldn’t hold him back.

The Jerkkaen had barely taken another step before a surge of pain tore through its body.

Fangeryth struck true, plunging deep into its back and out through its stomach.

*Crack! *Shriek!!

The beast screamed, its serrated arms flailing in panic, mouth gaping wide as dense mist poured from it in a last, desperate gambit.

But it was far too late.

Eidra coiled tightly around Jinn’s legs.

With a fierce leap, he dragged his sword upward—cleaving a path from belly to skull in one seamless and ruthless arc.

The blade tore through bone and flesh alike, splitting the creature in two with terrifying finality.

The beast let out a final, shrill shriek that echoed across the trees

*SHRIEEEEKKKK!!!

so sharp and unnatural that the forest itself seemed to reel back.

It wasn’t just a death cry.

It was a signal.

A call.

Jinn landed with a thud, boots cracking against roots and leaves, his coat fluttering behind him. In one fluid motion, he flicked the blood from his blade and sheathed Fangeryth at his hip.

*shack!

His eyes narrowed.

"I don’t know what that scream was..." he muttered, voice low and steady, "...but I’m not sticking around to find out."

Without another word, he turned and vanished into the forest shadows—as he began the search for his scattered comrades.