KESM: Chronicles of A Damned Hero

residual energy. The Esper, Emaila, swayed as the last remnants of her shield faded, her b

en eye, narrowed. Half-lidded in cold contempt. It must have believed they wou

almos

ought everyone within the reach of her ability - knowing fully well she would have to focus on as little surface area as possible, minimizing its coverage to bolster

flickering like a faulty lantern, especially seeing Hayz so beaten up. Safe to say, she wasn't going to be of much use in the battle from this point onwards. In

ed be

ubt. Each attack had grown sharper, more calculated. From homing bol

med so ins

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, his staff glowing as he traced sigils into the air, his cloak charred and ragged. His jade ring burned with ethereal blue lig

mply a farce.' the Drake realised, having seen Spe

could be utilised in a Spell. In turn, that Mana converged as Runes, Glyphs and Sigils around the Drake, blooming into a magic circuit of molten light. For a moment, it froze, its limbs bou

blood did not

med to crack as the backlash rippled through, his hands festering as sparks raced across his fingertips. The drake's lips curled into

was already

ear into the hearts of lesser men - lashed at the Drake, restricting its wings, strangling it, attempting to end its l

at the Fiend's once flawless scales. Looking at it now; equal parts painted crimson as it was grey,

fleeting memory, practically being dragged away from realit

plate the meaning of it all, the C

. Its jaws snapped shut inches from Jon's form, only for the man to vanish in a bu

h his tone lacked the usual bite. A sheen of sweat g

leeding." he retorted, though his v

given enough time to heal..

eping it manifested for too long was equally as risky for a myriad of reasons. So he split his mind between casting that and transmutating Hayz's body, reforming

e metal and more like an extension of himself - a second skin forged in battle and tempered by countless trials. Every plat

scruffy beard and buzz cut, spiky vermilion hair. The faintest glint of fervor in his pie

c bird of prey, perched atop a mountain, embroidered in gold that didn't seem to lose its shine, against time nor flame. The way it billowed in

a weapo

t, blood and earth, remnants of the ongoing battle. Gleaming dully under the errant flashes of lightning. The haft was thick and straight, its grip reinforced with leather

shining brightly - carried the whispers of careful craftsmanship. The plates over his arms and legs were jointed with care, offering both mobility and near-impenetrable defense. Beneath the rare metal lay a layer of thick, darkened mail,

up." Jon said knowing all

." ready to jump into the t

" Emaila said, referring

ind a way to do it like Him." Jon sa

eat to see everyone in high spirits."

Angie, Hayz