Chapter: 26, Forgotten Fate
[Sword of the Forgotten Fate] (C-Rank)
Description: "In the Eternal, Mesmerizing and Intricate Weave of Fate, There is an Empty Space. Meaning a Fate has been Lost and turned into this Blade by a Supreme Craftsman. Which fate is it that has been lost, none knows for sure."
Effect: 1.It will devour the Fate of those it slays and grow Stronger.
The wielder will also receive a portion of its Strength.
Requirements: Level 100.
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Dain looked at the pristine sword in his hand with a gentle and longing smile on his lips. This sword had accompanied him through many bitter and life threatening hardships.
Even though the sword needed the requirements of level 100, there was another way to be able to use it before that level. It was to create a bond with the sword.
He had used the sword for most of his time in this world,, so there naturally was a bond and he knew literally everything about the sword. Down to the last info about who the person whose fate has been used to forge this sword
"$!a< o% Dain tightly clutched the sword, not daring to release it by mistake. A bright light started to emanate from the sword as it glowed brightly, forcing Dain to close his eyes from getting blinded.
The warm light dissipated and the scene returned to normal. Dain looked at the sword as his lips widened in a smug grin, "I guess you're not escaping from me even in death, man." He said teasingly, with which, the sword let out a gentle resonance as if to sigh in defeat.
With a command from him, the sword turned intangible. It then started to flow into his right arm. After a few moments, there appeared a white tattoo of a long white thing that didn't have any particular shape. It wrapped around his arm like a snake with its tail thinning in the middle of his palm.
Reuniting with his companion, Dain was very happy. He turned around from the scattered crystals and began to leave.
Looking at his fading figure, a completely white figure that was built was like a woman was staring at his fading back from inside the many scattered crystal fragments; even the tiniest one had a white figure in them. It was as if there were many similar figures on each individual fragment but in truth, they were all a single person.
A gentle smile tugged at her lips as she muttered something that went unnoticed from Dain, "Take Care…"
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Outside the hidden path, Gura was standing in the same place as before. She didn't dare to move, looking at the three glass display in the middle of the room with a longing expression on her eyes.
Her desires were running wild to at least wear those artifacts once.
"thud.. thud.. thud.." Suddenly, the sounds of footsteps echoed through the hidden pathway. Gura flinched at the sound and quickly straightened up.
She looked back to see the blond and handsome figure slowly walking out of the pathway. When he got close to her, he poked her forehead and walked ahead saying, "Let's go to the next floor."
Gura obediently followed him. She was reluctant to leave the three artifacts behind but suppressed her greed.
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After some hours, another figure appeared in the stairs of the 10th floor. The figure was draped in black; its body looked like the combinations of many different flashes. Many parts of flesh were completely fine but other parts were completely rotten that exuded strong death energy.
The figure's eyes landed on the three glass displays in the middle of the room. It got close to them and as if recognizing these items, its face lit up.
The skinless boney face of the figure looked terrifying as the black flame in place of its eyes flickered with excitement.
As soon it reached its hand forward to touch one of the displays, a magnificent and immeasurable pressure appeared inside the large hall of the Tenth Floor, freezing the shadowy figure in its place.
The figure's eye muscles twitched and sweat flowed down its rotten skin. It quickly merged with the shadows and moved towards the stairs down to the next floor with swift speed.
The special presence in the floor casted a light ball that appeared midair. Its light reflected on the metal surface of the walls as the entire floor was brightly illuminated by the light. The reflected light of the orb was enough to burn the moving shadow that headed towards the stairs.
Enduring the pain from the light, the shadowy figure sped up to run for its life. The light orb was thrown in the direction of the stairs. Its blazing light intensified as the heat around the stairs reached the melting point.
The shadow that almost reached the stairs used the last of its strength to leap forward one last time.
With a loud boom, the light orb collided with the stairway. Destroying the place nearby with the molten metal on the stones where the thick layer of the metal was also revealed.
The special presence then lifted its pressure and with a bright light, the scene of the destruction started to reverse. The molten metal went back to its former solid form and the debris was returned back to their former form.
The presence disappeared from the room, resuming its long awaiting game.
In the darkness of the 11th floor, the shadowy figure stood up limply. Its flesh on the body was completely burnt. Every part of its body let out the smell of burning flesh.
The shadowy figure walked ahead limply within the dimly lit cave floor. Its hoarse voice echoed in the silence of the darkness in the familiar goblin language, "Phew… Escaped."
To be Continued…