Chapter 1141: The Lance's Master
Wind fiercely battered him, threatening to pull him from the mountain and hurl him to the earth far below. Leon was undaunted, however, even in the face of his previous slip. The wind coming from the lance at the top of the mountain was powerful, but he knew he was strong enough to reach it.
What happened when he did, though… he wasn’t sure.
“No master shall I have,” the voice of the lance said to him. “My power is not for you to wield.”
As Leon pulled himself over the third ledge, his heart pounding from exertion, his mind roiling with frustration, he simply growled back, “That doesn’t matter. I need your power, so I will have it!”
With teeth clenched and grit steadying his heart, Leon began to surmount the fourth cliff. He was three-quarters of the way to regaining his position on the mountain from where the lance had previously thrown him.
The lance, however, seemed intent on preventing him from reaching that point again. This time, it didn’t wait for him to reach the fourth ledge and start on the final climb to throw its power against him; instead, concentrated bursts of razor wind crashed into Leon’s shield before his feet left the third ledge.
Throughout this tempest, Leon remained steady, crawling upward at a steady, if slow pace. His eyes were locked upward, the light of the lance calling him upward, even as the lance’s power did its damnedest to throw him back down.
“Such effort, all to be wasted,” the lance said as another blast of wind attempted to dislodge Leon. “Turn back, no master shall I have.”
Leon’s fingers were as iron, securing him to the cliff wall. The wind that tore at him was strong, but he proved himself stronger.