From Shadows to Stars

by Silas Thorne himself, nor by Vincent Hale's own doing. No-an unknown

ate looking sword, its blade tinged with a faint purple glow. But despite its small size, it gave off an aura that

air, like a natural-born king surveying its land. Its calm stillness was more terrifying than

d. The same grimacing face that had roared with bloodlust moments ago now looked pitiful and af

flew forward in a blur. The air itself parted in its wake, leaving behind a black scar in the sky. That dark trail

r glowed with fury. They were now filled with desperation, lik

is time, the sword did not sound angry. It sounded joyful, like a child who had finally found a favorite toy. The ferocity from momen

the sword's blade. It was being drawn into the sword, bit by bit. The grimace turned fainter with ea

, Vincent Hale, who had formed the grimace

o

is body shaking from the impact. His face had lost all color, repla

ed victory was his. He had thought he could control the battle. But now, everything had fl

ould... this be..."

streams of blood sprayed out from every cut. In an instant, his body was soaked

echoed faintly in the quiet mountains, growing

blew throu

tered on the grass proved that a deadly battle had just taken place. A piece of torn cloth flap

ne looked closely, they would see his chest was sti

d as frost. He looked down at the broken

... will be kil

t sword appeared to the time Vincent fell, barely a minute had pas

more, but every step he took was filled with determination and

Hale had

r roles had been reversed-if Vincent had won instead-he would not ha

n was dangerous. Someone like him, given just a lit

d gently on Vincent's chest. A flicker o

eyes sna

e you doing?!" h

dead anymore?" Silas

lack light-his greatest gain from

power of

energy of nature, the strength of the Ironwood tree, and now, he wanted

ne day absorb Pri

ory, Silas sent the devouring power into Vin

t-his Life Force was slipping a

you're... a demo

went still. His eyes froze wide open, full of

shiver of pleasure ran through his body. The energy wa

le of the Demon P

ful force exploded from his body. The pressure in the air shifted.

ebrate, a shadow crosse

sects still forbade the use of Demon Path techniques. The Azurelight Order esp

ow the corpse of his enemy beside him. He didn't look like an

f Azurelight Or

wed. The consequen

lear way to hide his power. His breathing became heavy. Red l

oan

him out of it. The purple ancient sw

ose he had come to being consumed by a heart demon-a los

o the sword

cold edge, the eerie glow-it didn't matter. This was his sword.

at wields it. Good and evil are not in the bl

hispered, stroking its body gent

light again, like a heavy burden had been lifted. More than that, h

it, a cultivator could grow without fear, face dange

in

It rubbed gently against Silas's arm, like

miled s

again, and for a rare mome

m deep within

was a

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e was