Jinn BLADE
Chapter 77 | Eidrics and Eidrakai

Chapter 77: Chapter 77 | Eidrics and Eidrakai

Her breath steadied as she focused her eidra.

With her eyes gently closed, she allowed the energy to rise and flow—warm and pulsing through her veins like a quiet wave.

Around her, the camp was open under the soft rising morning light.

Distant clangs of steel rang out from another part of the camp, where Jinn and the others were engaged in their sparring.

The echoes of their battle carried over the area, but none of it shook Ophelia’s concentration.

She remained still, kneeling on the grass.

Then, slowly, she opened her eyes.

Raising one hand, a soft glow blossomed in her palm.

Golden light flowed outward, gentle and warm, casting a radiant circle around her.

It wasn’t blinding, but comforting.

like sunlight.

A small group of already awake individuals had gathered nearby, drawn by the unfamiliar calm that now hung in the air.

They stood or sat at a respectful distance, watching her.

"It feels good..." a woman murmured, inching closer with a hand outstretched, as if trying to hold onto the warmth.

"This light... it feels familiar somehow," said a man seated just a few steps away, his eyes closed as the gentle glow washed over him.

Another man sat cross-legged with a dazed smile. "I don’t know what it is, but it makes my chest feel lighter."

Ophelia listened in silence, the corners of her lips rising just slightly.

The eidra she channeled shimmered gently over her skin, forming glowing trails that pulsed in time with her own heartbeat.

"What is this? Some kind of wacky ritual...?" Verhedyn asked, raising a brow as he looked around at the others sitting quietly on the grass.

Before he could say more, Orin elbowed him sharply in the side.

"Shut up for once," she said, keeping her eyes closed as she focused on her breathing.

"We’re here to train, not talk."

Verhedyn grunted and rubbed his ribs, but said nothing.

*sigh

With a reluctant sigh, he sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes.

A faint chill began to rise around him—his eidra slowly responding, wrapping him in a light, cold aura.

Vox, sitting a few steps away, was already deep into his training.

His back was straight, eyes closed, hands resting on his knees.

His focus was sharp.

His eidra pulsed with steady rhythm as he tried to sense it more clearly, trying to tame it and learn how to control its flow with precision.

The group sat in silence.

The only sounds were the faint rustling of the morning breeze and the distant clang of metal from Jinn’s sparring group.

Ophelia sat at the center of it all, calm and composed.

Her light still glowed softly, a golden warmth that reached those around her. Even without saying a word, she seemed to guide them with her presence.

Around her, others began to feel the effects of the training. Their breathing steadied. Their bodies relaxed.

Minutes passed.

The sky brightened as the sun climbed higher, turning the faint blue of dawn into the full gold of morning.

One by one, other people from the camp began to step out of their tents. Some rubbed their eyes sleepily. Others stood and watched the group quietly sitting and meditating in the open.

From a short distance away, Verkaryon approached, hands resting casually behind his back.

He paused for a moment, observing the scene.

"Well, would you look at that," he said with a smile. "The children are training diligently."

His eyes lingered on Ophelia.

Her presence stood out, still as a statue, light pouring from her hands, guiding the energy around her like a calm light.

"Especially that one," he added, eyes narrowing.

Biyo, standing beside him, crossed his arms and gave a small grunt. "Good. Why don’t you keep watch over them for now?"

"You heading to check on the boy?" Verkaryon asked, an almost fake smile present in his face.

Biyo nodded. "I’ll see how Jinn and the others are doing. There’s energy flying around over there."

Verkaryon gave a lazy wave. "Go on then."

Biyo made his way toward the area where Jinn and the others were already deep into their sparring.

*clang! *clang! *thud! *bang!

The sharp echoes of clashing blades and bursts of eidra rang through the cool morning air as more and more people began emerging from their tents, stretching and greeting the light of day.

"What’s all that noise? What are they doing up so early?" a groggy man asked, stepping out and rubbing his eyes.

"They’re training to become stronger," Jerien answered from nearby, his voice laced with awe.

He stood with arms crossed, eyes darting from group to group, watching the children hone their skills with quiet admiration.

As sunlight spread across the camp, it revealed the quiet hum of surveillance drones hovering overhead.

*bzzzzzz!

Their dull buzz was constant—floating through the air like persistent flies as they drifted slowly above the camp.

Each drone captured every movement, every expression, every clash of energy and steel.

All of it streamed back to the Empire of Zeraf.

It was a quiet, ever-present reminder.

Even in a moment of calm... they were still captives.

Still slaves.

Still entertainment.

Yet the oppressive hum, the eyes above, the judgment from afar—none of it reached Jinn and his friends.

Not really.

They were used to it.

Their focus was unwavering.

Along the far left edge of the camp, just beside the towering frost of Biyo’s ice wall, four figures moved with speed and purpose.

Jinn, Hector, Emera, and Kain—each radiating with power.

*Bang! *Clang! *Thud!

Their eidra pulsed in vibrant hues as they struck and countered, each motion sharp, every exchange precise.

The air shimmered with the force of their strikes, but there was no intent to kill.

Only to grow.

To sharpen their edge.

To become stronger.

On the other side of the field, near a circle of seated forms, calm energy rippled softly.

Ophelia sat at the center, surrounded by others deep in meditation.

Their minds reached inward, tuning themselves to the rhythm of their eidra, learning its language—taming its wild flow.

Mastery, after all, wasn’t just in the strength of one’s strike.

It was in control.

Ophelia and her group wove their eidra slowly, their bodies still, their spirits working silently.

According to Merelyn, Ophelia and the others are called Eidra Weavers.

Those who shape eidra, raw power and force made visible in the air around them.

Yet the empire only calls them by one name,

Eidrics.

These Eidrics draw power directly from within their eidric cores, weaving energy into sweeping currents of force that can shape and control the battlefield beneath their feet.

Their power lies in their ability to manipulate eidra on a grand scale, creating waves of energy that can impact many enemies or even alter the environment.

On the other side are those who wield weapons in close combat, channeling their eidra through precise, skillful strikes.

They are known as Eidrakai—masters of both weapon and eidra, their attacks are sharp, calculated, and deadly.

Some well-known Eidrakai include Zendrell, and Venedix.

Merelyn also pointed out that if you want to unleash widespread destruction, control the battlefield, and affect multiple targets at once, Eidrics are the most powerful choice.

But if your goal is to overcome a strong opponent by sheer skill and finesse, the Eidrakai are considered the strongest.

Now on this day, both Jinn and the rest of his friends trained hard, pushing themselves to become stronger and to better wield their own eidra.

They knew that every moment spent honing their skills was a step closer to mastering the power within them.

For the days to come.

And for their own survival.