Jinn BLADE
Chapter 86 | Against Clones I

Chapter 86: Chapter 86 | Against Clones I

*Bang!

Jinn dashed toward the beast, hand already resting on the hilt at his side.

As he closed the distance, time seemed to slow.

The camp, the dust, the roars—all of it muted beneath the burning focus in his focused eyes.

Then, in a single blur of motion, he drew.

*Shing!

His blade flashed forward, slicing through the air in a wide crimson arc. The radiant trail screamed toward the beast with explosive speed.

But the creature was fast too.

It brought its massive black greatsword up just in time.

The two blades collided in a thunderous crash, crimson and black eidra erupting on impact. The force rattled the ground beneath their feet, a shockwave rippling out across the camp.

"Now!" Jinn shouted, his body tensed, teeth clenched as he held his sword against the massive weight bearing down on him. His arms trembled—not from fear, but from the monstrous force of the beast’s power.

Without pause, Kain darted to the left, his steps agile and sharp. His amber-tinged sword gleamed with eidra, and with a clean, precise slash, he drove it into the beast’s exposed arm.

The blade hit deep—black blood hissed into the air as the creature shrieked.

Emera surged from the right, her fists clenched tight.

She focused her strikes on one spot—the beast’s midsection—slamming her fists into it with brutal, deliberate precision.

Each hit detonated with an internal shockwave, pulsing through the beast’s body.

*Thud! *Thud! *Thud! *THUD!

Every blow echoed like a drumbeat of destruction.

From all angles, the onslaught pressed in.

Kain’s blade slashed left, Emera’s fists struck right, Jinn’s crimson blade kept the beast locked from the front—and then from behind, Garan’s fangs plunged once more into its neck. His jaws tightened with primal fury, dragging the beast’s body downward.

The creature shrieked, its wings flapping violently as it staggered under the assault. Its balance wavered. Its defense cracked. It was being overwhelmed—surrounded and dominated.

But the beast was far from defeated.

In a burst of desperation, it rammed its greatsword down into the earth.

*Crack!

*BANG!!!

Black eidra exploded outward from the point of impact, the blast surging in all directions like a shockwave of malice.

The force knocked them back.

Jinn was flung off his feet, sliding along the dust slick earth. Emera hit the ground and rolled, while Kain and Garan stumbled backward, briefly disoriented.

Then the beast did something no one expected.

It took its own sword—and plunged the blade deep into its own abdomen.

*CRUSH! *Squelch!

A horrifying hiss echoed across the battlefield as it twisted the blade and black eidra erupted from the opposite side, streaming like smoke from its open wound.

"What the hell?" Emera muttered as she rose, wiping dust from her mouth. "Did it just—kill itself?"

"What an idiot!" she scoffed.

"No..." Jinn narrowed his eyes.

His mechanical eye whirred and glowed brighter, scanning the strange movements of the beast’s energy.

"Its eidra... it’s splitting—into multiple cores."

Then he saw it.

Five.

Five separate signatures.

The beast’s body trembled—and then detonated in a blast of void-black mist.

From the smoke emerged four new figures. Each a slightly smaller copy of the original—each holding a longsword instead of a greatsword, and each with one mangled wing trailing from their back like a shadow.

Five in total now.

Five enemies, each a fragment of the original, yet powered with pure intent.

Born from a last resort.

Tactical.

Cold.

Hungry.

The battlefield tilted once again.

Now it was they who were outnumbered.

Each clone moved instantly, like a perfectly coordinated strike force.

*Bang!

One dashed toward Jinn, another toward Emera, a third toward Kain—and two of them sprinted toward Garan, acknowledging his strength with a two on one assault.

Jinn grunted as the beast’s clone clashed with him,

*Clang!

black steel ringing against his crimson blade.

The sheer force of the impact sent him skidding back, boots grinding against rock and dirt.

But he didn’t let up.

Even as he stumbled, he swung his blade and released a series of short, controlled eidra blasts—crimson crescents designed to harass, not kill.

It was enough to stall the beast’s advance.

The creature retaliated instantly, releasing its own wave of black eidra—

*BANG!!!

a wave so dense it split the air and carved a trench through the dirt.

Jinn met it with a wide, horizontal slash of his own,

*BANG!!

crimson energy erupting from his blade.

The two eidra waves collided midair and exploded with a thunderous shock, kicking up a dense cloud of debris.

Jinn then burst through it, lunging forward with speed.

He aimed his next strike toward the beast’s arm, but the creature anticipated it—raising its blade to block.

Jinn’s blade flared with eidra.

At the last moment, he twisted his stance—redirecting the slash downward toward the beast’s leg.

*Crack! *Slash!

The red steel struck true.

Black blood sprayed from the wound as the beast snarled in pain. Its stance faltered.

But it retaliated.

A heavy punch slammed into Jinn’s ribs—except this time, Jinn raised his blade just in time, softening the blow.

He then responded with his mechanical arm, driving his fist into the side of the beast’s head.

*CRACK!

The impact cracked its armor with a sharp sound.

"I’ve done way worse to Zendrell, you scum!" Jinn roared, fury blazing in his voice.

His legs surged with crimson light, and he launched a devastating kick at the beast’s knee.

The impact crunched bone and bent the creature’s leg the wrong way, forcing it to collapse slightly.

It let out a pained hiss, head lowering—now exposed.

Jinn wasted no time.

He drew his blade back and shouted, "This ends now!"

He swung downward with all his might, aiming to cleave the creature’s head from its shoulders.

But just before contact—

The beast opened its mouth and vomited a thick stream of dark smoke.

*HISSSS!!!

The cloud engulfed Jinn’s face, filling his nostrils, eyes, and lungs.

His vision turned to nothing.

Black.

No shapes.

No figures.

Just choking fog and the scent of rot.

"Shit! I can’t see!"

He leapt back instinctively, sword still raised, feet sliding across the dirt.

The smoke clung to him like a living thing.

He coughed and turned his head, blinking rapidly—but the darkness had no end.

Now he was the one vulnerable.

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