ONLINE: Blades of Eternity

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The Dragonyx only by name was seated at the base of a colossal silverwood tree, his presence steady like a calm flame in the night. Yet when Kelvin approached, Kaelen opened his eyes immediately—he had already sensed him coming.

"You felt it too." Kaelen's voice was low, but sharp, his light blue irises flickering with restrained concern.

Kelvin stopped a few paces away, his aura still faintly unstable, and gave a slow nod. "Endless has awakened. Not fully… but enough that I nearly lost myself just from the backlash of his existence alone. His essence is reshaping reality, Kaelen. Every second he breathes, the balance tips further into his favor."

Kaelen exhaled deeply, pushing himself to his feet. His hand rested lightly on the hilt of his blade, not in aggression, but in a silent readiness. "So it's begun."

Kelvin's expression hardened. "We don't have the luxury of waiting anymore. The others must know—we can't afford to remain scattered. If he finishes whatever he's undergoing, Aetheris won't survive the storm that follows."

For a moment, Kaelen stood silent, his gaze lifted toward the darkened canopy above them. His thoughts churned, but his resolve sharpened into steel. He turned back to Kelvin, his voice carrying the weight of a decision that had just crystallized.

"Then it's time for action. I'll call everyone to an emergency meeting. No more fragments, no more wandering paths or isolated training. From this point on, we stand together—or we fall apart under his shadow."

Kelvin nodded, relief briefly softening his features. For the first time in hours, he didn't feel entirely crushed by the weight of Chaos.

Kaelen stepped forward, resting a firm hand on Kelvin's shoulder. "Hold steady, Kelvin. You carry the Heir of Chaos mantle, but you're not alone in this fight. Endless may think the world already belongs to him… but he'll learn it doesn't bend so easily."

The two of them stood in tense silence for a few moments, as though bracing themselves for the storm they both knew was drawing closer. Then Kaelen pulled away, his aura flaring faintly as he began preparing the signal—a call that would soon summon Lila, Morris, Guinevere, Ethan, and the others to one place, for the first time since the storm began.

The gathering of fate was about to begin.

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"Seems like we still ended up to be the last set of people to arrive" Kaelen said with a wry smile on his face as he walked alongside Kelvin.

At the moment, the twilight canopy of Veilwood forest swayed gently, threads of light seeping through the branches as Kaelen and Kelvin emerged into the secluded glade where the others had gathered. The air seemed heavier than before, pulsing with raw, overflowing power—proof of how much had changed during these weeks apart.

Morris was the first to be noticed by the duo. His once-wavering aura now radiated steady brilliance, every movement cloaked in the majesty of the elements themselves. The inheritance of the Elemental God no longer resisted him—it was him. Fire flickered in his gaze, lightning crackled faintly around his hands, and even the air seemed to shift with his presence. His expression was calm, resolved; the boy chasing his parents' approval had become a man ready to forge his own legend.

Beside him stood Guinevere. The flames surrounding her no longer burned wildly—they flowed like a divine mantle, cloaking her form in gold-red radiance. Her every breath released sparks of sacred fire, and when she glanced toward Kaelen, even he felt the scorching purity of her transformation. She looked less like a student of the Academy and more like a saint forged by the heavens.

Charlotte leaned silently against her massive shield, which had grown even larger, towering over her body like an immovable wall. Yet the aura she gave off wasn't just defensive—it was indomitable, unyielding. Her shield pulsed faintly with divine energy, as though it too had absorbed her will. The ground beneath her feet seemed to reject the idea of her ever falling.

A soft breeze stirred—and Ethan's presence almost vanished into it. Mist swirled faintly around him, obscuring his form. He had grown elusive, untouchable, like a shadow concealed within the fog. Even standing a few paces away, one could hardly grasp his exact location. His aura was calm yet deadly, refined to a razor's edge that promised precision strikes when needed.

And then there was Lila. Her now golden eyes gleamed with a depth that unsettled even the strongest among them. She was no longer just the prodigy ranked third in the Academy back in when Kaelen was just a 'student'—her Seer Bloodline had fully awakened, and the inheritance of Lyseria flowed through her veins. Her aura pulsed with both human resilience and elven grace, a harmony of two worlds long thought irreconcilable. Wisps of light swirled around her, carrying whispers of the future only she could hear.

Not only them though, as Eirana has also gotten transformed remarkably as she now exudes an aura which is not less that what Kaelen perceives from the others, this then made Kaelen to think up the only possible reason such a thing is happening.

'She's now a juggernaut?'

But Kaelen decided not to dwell on it for long despite how surprising it is as he nodded to the Drake and the others who are supposed to be there. Although, these people aura has gotten more formidable compared to a couple of weeks ago, it could not be compared to Morris and the others.

But still Kaelen's gaze lingered on each of them in turn. Kelvin's words about Endless awakening still echoed in his mind, but now, looking at his comrades, his chest swelled with something different—resolve. They weren't the same as before. Each of them had walked through fire, trials, and the weight of their own destinies. Now, they stood ready.

Kelvin finally broke the silence, his chaotic aura flaring faintly before he suppressed it again. "Endless has stirred," he said, voice low but steady. "I felt it. Time is running out."

A hush fell over the group. Even with their newfound strength, the name carried weight—an Eternal, a nightmare even legends struggled to describe.

Kaelen's eyes hardened. "Because of this news, we should understand that we don't have much time left." he said, his voice cutting through the heavy air. He straightened, the shadows of command falling over him. "No more waiting. No more training in isolation. We call everyone together. From this moment on, we move as one."

"But now that it seems like Endless is getting really close to achieving Godhood, what should we do now? Should we wait and prepare for the day Endless descends on us for the Pandora and we strike him down before he has the chance to do so?" Drake suddenly asked with a grim look on his face

The silence that followed Drake's words was suffocating. His voice, though steady, carried the sharpness of reality—Endless is nearing godhood.

The flickering flames from Guinevere's cloak cast long shadows across the trees around them, painting each face in the room with grim determination. No one wanted to admit it aloud, but the truth lingered like a blade over their throats: if Endless truly ascended, the world itself could be smothered in eternal night.

Kaelen slowly rose to his feet. His light blue hair fell over his eyes, but when he lifted his head, the determination blazing within them was undeniable. His voice, deep and resolute, broke the silence like a war drum.

"No." His words struck with finality. "We won't wait for him to descend upon us. We won't wait for his chaos to spread unchecked."

Everyone turned their gaze toward him.

Kaelen's hands tightened into fists as a flicker of his Divine blue yet radiant energy pulsed around him, an indirect stark reminder of the power Endless sought to claim. "If we wait, we fight on his terms. If we hesitate, the world pays the price. So I say—" His voice deepened, commanding, almost royal in its authority. "We bring the fight to him."

The declaration shook the room.

Drake's brows furrowed, his soldier's instincts both challenged and ignited. "You mean… go to Endless now? Before he's ready?"

"Yes." Kaelen's eyes gleamed with unwavering resolve. "Every moment we wait, he grows closer to godhood. But right now—" He swept his gaze across his friends, each changed, each tempered by fire and pain and trial. "Right now, we have the best chance to cut him down before that threshold is crossed."

Guinevere's divine flames roared higher, her lips curving into a fierce smile. "Finally," she whispered, her voice like fire crackling on dry wood. "I've been waiting for this moment."

Charlotte slammed the base of her towering shield onto the ground, the ground trembling from the weight of her conviction. "Then we march. Better to meet the storm head-on than cower beneath it."

Ethan's presence shifted subtly, mist curling tighter around him until his figure nearly vanished. His voice came low and sharp from the veil. "Striking first means seizing the only advantage we have left."

Lila's golden eyes, shimmering with her awakened Seer bloodline, glowed faintly as if seeing beyond Kaelen's words. "The threads of fate are fraying," she murmured. "Kaelen is right. If we do not weave our own path, Endless will bind the world in his darkness."

Morris stood silent, yet the power of the Elemental God swirled inside him like a storm on the brink of eruption. He finally nodded, the weight of eternity echoing in his voice. "So be it. We strike first."

Drake's hesitation melted into a grin that mirrored his brother's fiery resolve. "Damn it, Kaelen… Although this seems a little reckless. But this time, I'll gladly follow you into hell itself."

Kaelen stepped forward, his aura surging as his Eternity's energy resonated with his core, filling the chamber with an otherworldly pulse. His words carried to each of them like a vow carved in stone:

"Then it's settled. We take the war to Endless. Not tomorrow. Not someday. Now."

"And we do it together" Kelvin suddenly interjected with fighting spirit brimming on his being.

And at that moment, the air trembled. In that instant, a pact was forged—not of words, but of fire, steel, and unyielding resolve.

The war against Endless had just begun.

For the first time in what felt like ages, all of them stood united. Different powers, different paths, but bound by the same truth—Aetheris itself was counting on them.