At the very least, I thought I’d be able to carve a piece out—like Shizuka-sama did.
But the reality was... entirely different.
I cut through one of the golden lines... but—
Before I could even grasp what had happened, the Glypnir stone lay in pieces, cleanly sliced and scattered across the floor.
I stood frozen, unsure if I had even made concrete contact.
So I turned to Lady Levina for answers—but her wide, trembling eyes said nothing.
Lord Ruben? He was just as stunned, mouth hanging open in disbelief.
The entire area fell into silence. And out of sheer embarrassnt—
"I... If you’d excuse !" I squeaked, retreating back to my group of four, who imdiately surrounded with praise.
Then, Lady Jobina’s voice rang out, full of excitent.
"Swanir of the Phantom Fangs wins in flying colors! To be honest, I don’t even understand what happened, but it was really cool!"
I had braced myself for ridicule, for disbelief... but instead, the crowd burst into cheers.
Even Lord Trigger, and the spiteful Tamayō-sama smiled quietly to herself. Though, she didn’t verbalize anything.
The warmth that rushed to my cheeks was impossible to ignore.
"You were amazing, Sister," Bladir said with his usual calm, though I noticed his eyes were locked entirely on the Supre Lord in admiration.
...Maybe... Maybe even I have the potential to grow stronger. Strong enough to stand beside the titans of our order.
So, I’ll keep moving forward.
I’ll push until I, too, beco one of the elite.
*
LEVINA
Gracious...
Turn your gaze for just a mont, and these young ones start unraveling terrifying power.
I’ve always known Swanir had discipline and potential.
She has a quiet strength, a sense of order... but those kinds often bury sothing deeper. Sothing even they don’t recognize until it breaks free.
When I called her to try, I only wanted to asure her limits. I didn’t expect her to obliterate the Glypnir stone completely.
Even Tamayō took notice—and that says sothing.
Apart from Trigger and those two chaotic won, Swanir might have demonstrated the most devastating result yet.
She probably doesn’t realize it, but what she did disrupted space, ti, and reality itself. Her slash landed once—but the result occurred in repetition.
Once, twice, maybe even ten tis... as if the very concept of "cutting" was rewritten and multiplied.
And sohow, her blade is still intact.
Yes. I think I’ll na that move: [Ultimate Severance].
Now, we have two god-slayers.
The next participant was Chiyama.
Judging by how little resistance she gave, she must have resigned herself to her fate.
I handed her Swanir’s sword, since she also claid to be a swordswoman.
But physically, she was just a hair behind Fangstrong.
If she honed her raw strength, she might even surpass him soday.
Still, I didn’t want to force it.
Power grows with purpose. Without passion, there’s no drive. Without drive, there’s no growth.
Chiyama approached the Glypnir Stone, her short form was dwarfed by the crystal. Then she bent, and swung.
Her muscles tightened, veins threatening to burst as she channeled all her strength.
The blade cut deeply, stopping near the center of the crystal.
In terms of the contest, she lost.
But in a real battle, she would’ve landed a devastating blow.
And that sword still didn’t break...
It’s absorbed so much magic over ti that it’s almost divine now.
Now I’m curious—what kind of damage would it take to finally break it?
Since Bladir was strictly a swordsman, I sent him in next.
As he made his way to the crystal, he kept glancing toward Master Raven with his red eyes.
I hope he’s not a rival. If he is, then he’ll either join our association or perish.
Bladir lowered his stance, inhaled slowly, then moved—
Like lightning, his blade lashed out at the crystal with a deafening CRACK!
It struck true, but before reaching the center, the sword shattered.
Good.
I now understand how the weapon behaves, and the limits of its resilience.
If I ever find exceptional craftsn, I’ll have sothing similar recreated.
I wanted to na Bladir’s attack, but honestly... he just swung really fast.
We’ll save the theatrics for later.
Next ca Fangstrong.
He said he was a swordsman too, but since the sword had just broken, he opted to use his fist.
With a towering build and the stern gaze of a seasoned warrior, he moved like a pillar toward the crystal.
Looking at him made suspect once more that Master Raven might be reanimating the souls of the dead. Akin to necromancy.
Fangstrong slowly raised his right arm, and the air around him began to distort from heat.
A small blizzard of hotness erupted from his center.
Coastelle’s climate is usually mild—never too hot or too cold.
But now...
He was channeling heat energy into his hand.
But heat from where...?
Perhaps, Pison’s sun.
Sensing the solar energy had reached a certain threshold, he bent low, combining the heat with his magic, compressing both into a single point.
When his fist collided with the Glypnir stone, the result was an explosion—deafening, earth-shattering.
When the dust finally cleared, the ground around him—within a 30-ter radius—had been scorched black.
And the crystal, though not completely shattered, was riddled with deep cracks.
Most impressively, it had been pushed back ever so slightly.
And to push the Glypnir stone even an inch? That ant he had the physical strength to shift the very structure of a whole planet.
These Phantom Fangs...
No wonder Master Raven is so fond of them. They’re a strange group, like the rest of us, indeed—but not only are they adorable younglings, they carry frightening potential.
Fangstrong’s move was remarkable. I’ll na it [Star Blast].
Yes, yes—I am running out of na ideas.
"If you all do not mind," Jorō said, stepping forward toward the crystal, her robe flailing in grandeur, "I would also like to test my strength on this Glypnir stone."
"We mind!" I snapped. "Nobody invited you."
"Well then, my ever-biased senior," she smiled, "I’ll force my way in."
She turned her gaze to the crystal, her fragnted eyes—like that of a fractured gemstone—reflecting against its glossy surface.
I’m still wary of her, no doubt about that...
But fine. Let’s see a glimpse of what the divine arachnid can do.
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