Aldric's smirk deepened, his blood-red eyes gleaming behind the shadows of his helm.
"You are going to die now."
His words weren't spoken with cruelty, nor arrogance—only certainty.
Then—
—FWOOOSH!
He vanished.
A blur of black wind and killing intent.
Lucavion's pupils constricted—too fast.
The storm surged, a hurricane of force closing in on him from all directions. The weight of Aldric's presence drowned the battlefield, his spear tearing through the air like a bolt of destruction.
Lucavion barely had ti to react.
The spear was already there.
Aid straight for his heart.
DEATH.
It should have been instant.
But—
—Sothing clicked.
The edge of the abyss.
Lucavion stood on it.
Teetering between life and death.
And when he was pushed to this limit—
His true talent awakened.
His instincts sharpened beyond thought, his body reacting before his mind could process the danger.
His blade moved.
—FWOOOM!
The world warped.
A ripple of pure void expanded from his estoc, devouring the wind mana surrounding Aldric's attack.
The storm vanished.
Aldric's spear, once a force of absolute destruction—
Lost its strength.
—CLANG!
Lucavion's blade twisted, catching the now weakened spear with effortless grace. The impact, which should have shattered him, was instead redirected.
The technique—
It had no na.
It was sothing he had glimpsed before.
The mont he fought the Kraken.
The instant he had grasped 'Void.'
Now, it manifested in full.
「Void Starfall Blade: Astral Consumption」
The void around his estoc expanded, twisting into a spiral of pure, devouring force.
He twirled his blade, the starlight mana flowing like silk, redirecting Aldric's strike with elegant ease.
—Aldric's balance shifted.
For the first ti, his footing was compromised.
Lucavion's black eyes glead.
A perfect mont.
He moved.
His estoc—twisting like a cot, aid straight for Aldric's chest.
A fatal thrust.
—FWOOOSH!
But Aldric wasn't done.
His aura body pulsed, and with a sudden burst of wind, he wrenched his spear back—forcing space itself to pull him away.
—BOOM!
A counterstrike.
Aldric reversed the montum.
His spear, still spinning from the deflection, twisted in his grip—a masterful recovery.
Then—
He dove forward.
Their weapons collided.
—CLAAAANG!
Lucavion barely had ti to adjust—
Aldric had recovered too fast.
The mont his spear clashed with Lucavion's estoc, he unleashed his true power.
A technique wielded only by those who had reached the 6-star realm.
⚡ BOOOOOM! ⚡
The very sky scread as Aldric unleashed his full strength.
Wind, compressed to the point of destruction, swallowed the battlefield.
Lucavion barely had ti to react.
Aldric's spear blurred—
⚡ 「Stormpiercer: Sky Tyrant's Judgnt」 ⚡
A single thrust.
But it was unstoppable.
Lucavion's instincts flared—move!
—FWOOOSH!
He twisted his body—but not fast enough.
—SHNK!
Pain erupted from his side.
The spear tore through his coat, piercing deep into his flesh.
Blood spilled.
Lucavion's body convulsed from the force, his breath catching in his throat. He felt the full weight of 6-star mana pressing into his bones—an overwhelming, crushing force that burned through his veins like a storm.
Too strong.
His knees wavered.
He took one step back.
Then—
Aldric appeared before him instantly.
His speed was inhuman.
Lucavion's body barely had ti to recover, barely had ti to breathe—
Before Aldric's spear was already descending.
Lucavion's pupils constricted.
This—this was death.
—Then.
—FWOOOOOOM!
Sothing ignited in his palm.
—BLACK FLAS.
Pitch-black fire surged from his fingertips, swallowing the very air around them.
Aldric's crimson eyes widened.
—WHAT?!
The flas did not burn.
They devoured.
「Fla of Equinox: Wave of Death」
The black fire rushed outward in a violent wave, engulfing Aldric's spear—
And then—it consud his mana.
Aldric's entire body jerked backward as the flas devoured his storm energy, stripping the wind away from his technique like peeling layers from his own existence.
His instincts scread—danger.
This shouldn't be a threat.
Lucavion was weaker. His mana wasn't at the level of a 6-star.
And yet—
Aldric felt it.
A sensation he had not felt in years.
Sothing beyond logic.
Sothing primordial.
The flas did not simply oppose him—they erased his presence.
Aldric's mind raced.
—What… is this?
His spear trembled in his grasp. The mana he had infused into it vanished—devoured in an instant.
Aldric's mind raced.
This didn't make sense.
The first energy, the pitch-black starlight—that was void. He had seen it, fought against it. A rare affinity, but explainable.
But this?
These pitch-black flas weren't void. They weren't destruction.
They were sothing else.
And for the first ti in years—Aldric felt the cold grip of uncertainty.
'An artifact?'
That was the only explanation.
No knight, no warrior, no human could wield two conflicting forces within a single core.
And yet—Lucavion stood before him, bleeding, breathing, alive.
Then—
—SHNK!
Lucavion coughed blood—then vanished.
Before Aldric could even process it—
—Lucavion was already there.
His estoc lunged forward, sharp and unrelenting, aiming straight for Aldric's exposed ribs.
—CLANK!
Aldric barely caught it in ti, twisting his spear to intercept. Sparks flared as steel ground against steel.
Then—movent.
Aldric's mind recognized it instantly.
Lucavion shifted.
Not erratically, not wildly—but calculated.
His footwork was minimal, barely an inch of movent—yet perfect.
—A feint.
Lucavion's estoc twitched, pretending to retreat—
Aldric's instincts told him to step forward—
And that's when he realized.
It was a trap.
Lucavion's wrist flicked, his blade whipping back in an unnatural arc, twisting through the narrowest of openings—
—CLANK!
Aldric barely managed to reposition, deflecting by the slimst of margins. But—
—Lucavion was already moving again.
Their fight had beco smaller.
No grand explosions. No elental devastation.
Just pure, raw combat.
And Aldric was losing.
CLANK!
Lucavion's blade danced along his defenses, always just ahead of him, always forcing him to react instead of act.
His smallest mistakes—Lucavion exploited them.
A slight imbalance in his grip? Lucavion struck.
A half-second delay in his step? Lucavion closed the gap.
Aldric could barely regain control.
It was suffocating.
Lucavion's bladework was unreal—like a duel was the only place he existed.
Aldric gritted his teeth.
'This kid…'
Lucavion stepped in again.
—CLANK!
Aldric pushed back—his spear twisting, trying to create distance.
But Lucavion—
He didn't retreat.
He collapsed the space again.
His estoc curved around Aldric's block—
Aldric's eyes widened.
He had no choice—
—THUNK!
A clean hit.
Lucavion's blade scraped along Aldric's gauntlet, nicking flesh.
Not deep. Not lethal.
But a hit.
Aldric's breath was ragged.
His body knew.
In a clash of pure technique—
Lucavion was stronger.
Aldric exhaled, slow and sharp.
His grip tightened around his spear.
Annoying.
That was the only word for it.
This kid.
This re child—a boy he had spared all those years ago on the battlefield, a naless insect he had let crawl away simply for his own amusent—
Was outdueling him.
His spear—the very weapon he had mastered through decades of war—was losing in pure technique.
To Lucavion.
Aldric's pride seethed.
Unacceptable.
His crimson eyes darkened.
"You… are getting ahead of yourself."
Then—
—FWOOOOOOM!
The air imploded.
Wind erupted from Aldric's body, his core surging to its absolute limit.
A violent, whirling tempest engulfed him, his entire form consud by a storm of razor-sharp gales.
Lucavion's coat whipped violently, his footing shaking under the sheer force of it.
Then—
⚡ 「Stormpiercer: Tyrant's Howl」 ⚡
Aldric moved.
—BOOOOOM!
Lucavion's instincts scread.
He barely raised his estoc before—
CLAAAAANG!
Aldric's spear slamd into him, a brutal arc of force.
The impact rattled his bones.
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