Jinn BLADE
Chapter 93 | Chosen

Chapter 93: Chapter 93 | Chosen

The smell of smoke hung in the air, thick and bitter at the same time.

It burned in Jinn’s nose and throat as he slowly cracked open his eyes.

The sky above him flashed, soft flickers of light breaking through the veil of darkness.

He blinked hard, adjusting to the shifting colors in front of him.

It was different.

Everything was different—at least from what he remembered.

He was no longer chained.

Jinn lifted his head.

The horizon stretched endlessly, glowing in deep reds and bruised purple llight.

*Crack!! *CRACK!!!

Lightning crackled across the crimson sky, violent and without pattern, casting eerie shadows over a landscape that defied understanding.

Dark fog slithered at the edges of his vision, swirling like smoke yet moving with intent.

Weird.

The terrain itself seemed alive, shifting and pulsing, the ground uneven and surrounded with glowing stones that breathed light with every beat of his own heart.

"What the hell..." Jinn muttered, his voice hoarse and unsure.

He stood, body aching but still mobile, and began to walk forward.

*crunch... *crunch...!

Each step crunched softly over white grass that shimmered faintly with light.

Their blades danced with the wind, flowing in waves that rolled across the ground like ocean tides.

Jinn’s gaze swept across the strange terrain, his senses alert and high.

Something about this place pulled at him—not in fear, but in recognition.

A forgotten memory clawed at the back of his mind, something ancient and buried deep.

The black mist danced around him, curling at his feet, then rising like snakes in the air.

Their whispers carried no words, but their presence alone tightened his chest.

*fwoosh!

As the wind picked up, the mist thickened, forcing Jinn to raise an arm and shield his face.

His cloak fluttered violently, the pressure growing like a storm about to break.

*FWOOSH!!!

The air snapped with tension, every breath he took was a struggle.

Then it came—a powerful shockwave tearing through the sky.

*BOOM!

The black mists evaporated instantly, as if scorched away.

The wind halted.

Silence fell.

In the center of it all stood a figure.

It glowed faintly in violet, translucent and humanoid, but impossible to define.

Jinn couldn’t see a face, couldn’t sense a gender, yet somehow...

He knew.

This wasn’t just a person.

This was something more.

An echo from the beginning of time.

A being of purpose and design.

His eidra responded, vibrating deep within his core.

A surge of raw energy pulsed through him, and for a moment, his breath hitched.

He had felt this before—only once.

When he saw the ancient eidra.

When he created Venedix’s crimson power for the first time in his hand.

But this—this was older.

Greater.

The figure walked forward, silent yet imposing.

Each step caused the grass to ripple and glow.

The air around it shimmered, like the space around a sun.

The world bent in its presence.

Jinn’s heart pounded as his breath grew shallow.

Then the black mist returned.

*Fwoosh! *Howl!

It slid low across the ground, rising quickly and coiling around Jinn’s legs.

He gasped, stumbling back.

*Thud!

The mist moved faster, crawling up his body. It surged toward his mouth, and before he could resist, it forced its way inside.

"Gah!"

Jinn fell to one knee, coughing violently.

*Cough! *Cough!

The black mist burned as it entered, searing through his throat and lungs.

The pain returned—sharp and biting. H

is veins throbbed, turning darker by the second.

His skin felt like it was tearing from the inside out.

Fire ran beneath his flesh, twisting and writhing with cruel pain.

His hands clawed at his chest.

"Kurghk!"

Black blood dripped from his mouth. His eyes rolled back for a second, vision dimming. The agony was relentless.

It was worse than before.

His mind spun, clouded by pain.

The mist moved like it had a will of its own, embedding itself into his bones, his organs. Jinn gasped for air, his vision flickering.

It was taking him.

Corrupting him.

Unmaking him.

He was losing himself.

Then—

A hand.

Glowing and Steady. Reaching out to him.

It was the figure.

Warmth radiated from its palm, the kind of warmth Jinn had only felt in moments when he believed he couldn’t stand any longer. When everything else failed and something deep inside pulled him back from the edge.

The kind of warmth that didn’t just heal—but the very warmth that pushed him forward even if death was in the precipice.

His hand moved—slowly.

He reached toward it.

But the mist resisted, wrapping tight around his arm.

*crack!

It pulled down, forcing his hand away.

Jinn gritted his teeth.

Pain shot up his limb, but he didn’t stop.

He wouldn’t stop.

He couldn’t stop.

The voice came then, breaking through the silence like thunder.

"Struggle. Resist. Fight, as you have always done."

The voice was layered, both ancient and ageless, filled with power and authority. It echoed not just in the air but in Jinn’s mind, his chest, his very soul.

"The Orphans have chosen you. Out of all the entities in this universe—you have been chosen."

"W-What do you mean?" Jinn coughed, his voice breaking. His arm still trembled, locked in a fight for control.

"The power of Muradryn. The Orphans’ will. The legacy of warriors of old. It sleeps within you."

The figure’s hand glowed even more brighter as the heat intensified.

"Such petty corruption cannot compare. This is your first test."

The figure tilted its head, the glow shimmering stronger around its fingers.

"Fight! Prove to me you are worthy to bear the power of Muradryn. Cast off this filth with your will alone!"

Jinn roared.

"URGH!"

The corrupted eidra raged inside him relentlessly, clawing at his insides, but he stood his ground.

Jinn did not use any eidra, as it was somehow restricted.

Venedix’s eidra could not be used, as if it was wrapped in chains by the corrupted eidra that flowed within him.

No eidra.

No help.

But only his sheer will pushed him forward.

"YAAARGH!"

Black blood spilled from his mouth. The tendrils around his arm loosened, just slightly.

Not enough.

MORE!

His scream echoed across the endless plain.

MORE!!!

Blood now streamed from his nose and eyes. His muscles burned, veins bulging with strain.

MORE!!!

"RAAAAGH!"

He slammed his foot into the ground

*Thud!

and pushed forward, teeth bared, every fiber of his body trembling.

With one final surge, his hand broke through the corrupted mist and reached the glowing hand of the entity.

Their hands clasped.

The world then exploded in light.

Blinding.

A heat roared into him, not just burning the mist away but obliterating it.

The pain receded, chased out by something pure, something ancient. It coursed through his veins like lightning.

The dark tendrils vanished in strands of smoke.

Jinn could feel it.

Something deep inside—something buried and forgotten—was awakening.

The power of Muradryn.

The eidra flared within him, no longer corrupted, but reborn.

It sang in his chest, hummed in his bones.

His body glowed faintly, the white grass around him bending away from the energy pouring out of his skin.

The figure began to fade.

"Find the others... Find the other Orphans... Make us whole again."

"Wait! What do you mean by that?!"

Jinn reached forward, but it was too late.

The figure vanished, leaving only the fading warmth of its hand.

Darkness returned.

And Jinn awoke.

His eyes snapped open. His breath came in ragged gasps. Chains clinked at his wrists.

He was back.

Back in the room of stone and shadow, where cold silence reigned.

His arms were bound.

His body was sore, but something felt... different.

The power he felt—it was still inside.

Then he saw him.

A towering figure standing just a few feet away.

Malgareth.

His captor.

The armored monster.

Malgareth stepped forward, his helmet casting a suffocating aura upon Jinn.

He reached down, grasping Jinn’s jaw in one massive hand, forcing his head up.

"So it has finally awakened," he said, his voice low and mocking.

Violet streaks of energy flared from the holes of his helmet as he stared into Jinn’s.

"Just as planned."

Jinn stared back, eyes burning not with fear, but something else. The fire of will that had refused to be extinguished.

"You think you can control it," Jinn rasped, voice low and cracked. "But it isn’t yours."

Malgareth remained silent for a while before speaking.

"What a fool. Everything in this place is mine. Even you. Even your eidra. Everything is mine"

Jinn’s fingers twitched as he didn’t look away—face still defiant.

Then, a pause.

Malgareth stood silent, raising his head subtly as if sensing something.

He then turned towards Jinn.

"It seems that a couple of vermin had entered my domain," his hand tearing through the air as he made a portal.

"Very well, I shall not waste any more time."

With a quick slice from his giant pulsating sword, Malgareth sliced off Jinn’s chains with precision—before swiftly grabbing him by the neck.

"Kurghk!" Jinn choked, his hands scraping on the metal armor of Malgareth’s hands.

"I shall have the power of the Muradryn," Malgareth started to walk towards the portal.

"And I will tear it away from within you."