Chapter 41: Well?
Han pulled out another small sword, but this one was different. Sharper, sleeker, and forged from brilliant silver metal etched with intricate runes that glowed faintly along half its length.
"What’s that?" Kaedros asked, glancing at Rauk. He could feel the power radiating from the weapon even from where they stood.
"Probably his strongest technique," Rauk replied, his brow furrowed.
"Those weren’t their strongest?" Taria asked, startled. Just how powerful isa rank two compared to a rank one? The amount of mana they’ve been using is staggering.
And compared to the monster at peak rank two, the difference was even different.
"It’s said the true strength of a Ascendants only begins to show after rank one," Rauk answered calmly. "The rank one is only to build the body’s foundation."
"Still a long way to go then," Taria murmured.
Han raised the small sword, and red energy surged around him. It churned and thickened into storm-like clouds before condensing into a massive sword of solid red energy, pulsing, glowing like congealed blood.
"Well, Kest?" Han called, eyes blazing under the crimson light.
The monster growled in response, sensing the overwhelming threat. Its body tensed as muscles hardened until its entire form resembled walking steel.
Dark eyes gleamed. Then it lunged.
Kest’s dagger flashed, meeting the beast mid-charge. It sliced open a gash on its forehead but didn’t stop its advance.