Chapter 64: Broken Blade, Unbroken Heart
Even though he could no longer remember much of the nightmare he had just had, Lucen could still somehow hear the sound of screaming.
He stood in his personal training ground, sword in hand, the cold morning air biting at his skin. Swing after swing, he practiced in silence, trying to cut down the lingering fear.
His overall stats were already beyond those of a Second Mantle Aura user. And yet, he still had no mantle. He hadn’t even unlocked the Swordsmanship skill.
’It’s just a nightmare! A nightmare that can never be!’
He slashed at the air again, this time with more force. His stance had grown firmer, his movements sharper.
’Ironhold’s already stronger than it ever was in the game,’ he thought, grit sharpening his focus.
’If that’s not enough...’ Lucen tightened his grip on the hilt. ’Then I’ll just increase the firepower. I’ll make it strong enough that it would blow away everything!’
Lucen lunged forward, thrusting the blade with everything he had.
’I’ll create something with enough firepower to blow away my enemies. The monsters. The fear. The despair. Everything! I’ll forge a firepower so overwhelming... It will tear fate itself apart!’
He concentrated all of his aura into his sword, but as expected, it didn’t form properly. He instead poured all of his strength into a downward slash. His sword cleaved through the air and pounded the ground, making it crack, but his sword, which was not enveloped in aura, was unable to endure and broke.
"A sword swung in anger is not fit for a Thornehart, young master."