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Chapter 216 – Dawn of the Phantom Blades
Chapter 216 – Dawn of the Phantom Blades
The first light of dawn crept over the horizon, painting the sky in shades of deep violet and ember gold.
Seraphis stood in the silent forge, her hands resting atop the four obsidian-lined cases that contained the weapons she had forged with her own hands.
Today was a day of power.
A day when her work—her craft—would be passed down into the hands of those she deemed worthy.
The Twin Blades of the Eclipse, meant for Lilith, hummed softly within their case, as if eager to be wielded.
The Shadowfang Daggers, crafted for Sena, carried a subtle darkness, a whisper of silent death in their razor-thin edges.
The Twin Blades of the Phantom, made for Veylan, held an ethereal glow, crafted for someone who could move like a ghost.
And finally, the Shadowfang Daggers, for Azrael, pulsed with a quiet lethality, awaiting their master.
Seraphis exhaled slowly.
It was time.
She picked up the cases one by one, their weight familiar in her grip, and stepped out into the golden morning light.
The Gathering
The training grounds stretched before her, bathed in the glow of sunrise.
The others were already there, waiting.
Lilith, standing with her arms crossed, her crimson eyes glinting with curiosity.
Sena, stretching lightly, her every movement sharp and efficient, always ready for a fight.
Veylan, leaning casually against a wooden post, his wolfish grin betraying his excitement.
And Azrael, silent and composed, his gaze unreadable but intense.
Seraphis strode forward, the air thick with anticipation.
They knew something was coming.
But they didn’t know just how much their lives were about to change.
Twin Blades of the Eclipse – For Lilith
Seraphis stopped in front of Lilith first.
Without a word, she lifted the first obsidian-lined case and set it down before her.
The moment the lid was unlatched, a deep crimson glow filled the air.
The Twin Blades of the Eclipse lay inside—sleek, curved weapons with midnight-black blades that pulsed with veins of molten red energy.
Lilith’s expression flickered, her fingers twitching at her sides as she felt the power emanating from the blades.
“These,” Seraphis said, voice calm but firm, “are yours.”
Lilith reached forward, lifting the twin blades from their resting place.
The moment her hands closed around the hilts, the weapons came to life—pulsing, humming, adjusting to their wielder.
A sharp exhale left Lilith’s lips.
“They… react to me.”
“They’re bound to you now,” Seraphis confirmed. “Forged for you and no one else.”
Lilith gave the blades a slow, testing spin, feeling their balance, their weightless movement.
Then she grinned—a rare, wicked smile.
“These are perfect.”
Seraphis nodded. “I know.”
Shadowfang Daggers – For Sena
Next, she turned to Sena.
A second case was placed before her, and when Seraphis opened it, the Shadowfang Daggers glinted under the morning sun.
Dark as the void, honed to a whisper-thin edge, these were weapons meant for absolute silence.
Sena’s sharp eyes traced their form before she reached down, lifting the daggers from the case.
The moment her fingers closed around them, the hilts adjusted to her grip.
She rolled her wrists, testing their weight.
A slow, satisfied breath left her lips.
“They’re… effortless.”
“They will cut through anything,” Seraphis murmured. “And they will never betray you.”
Sena flicked one dagger forward, the edge catching the light for a mere instant before disappearing into the air.
When she pulled her arm back, the weapon had already returned to its sheath like a shadow slipping through the dark.
She nodded once.
“These are mine now.”
Seraphis gave a small smile. “Yes.”
Twin Blades of the Phantom – For Veylan
Now, it was Veylan’s turn.
Seraphis placed the third case before him.
The Twin Blades of the Phantom shimmered inside, their ethereal glow pulsing softly.
Unlike the others, these blades barely seemed real, their presence flickering between shadow and light.
Veylan let out a low whistle.
“These are… different.”
“They are designed for speed,” Seraphis said. “For those who move faster than sight.”
Veylan reached down and grasped the blades.
The moment he did, a gust of phantom wind rippled outward, as if the very air recognized the arrival of its master.
His grin widened.
“They feel like nothing.”
“They are nothing—until they strike.”
He tested them, his movements blurring for a brief instant as he vanished and reappeared a few feet away.
When he turned back, his eyes gleamed.
“These are ridiculous. I love them.”
Seraphis only smirked.
Shadowfang Daggers – For Azrael
Finally, she stopped before Azrael.
The last case.
The final gift.
With a slow breath, Seraphis placed it before him and unlatched the lid.
Inside, the Shadowfang Daggers lay in perfect stillness, their obsidian edges glinting in the morning light.
Azrael didn’t speak.
He reached forward, taking the daggers in one fluid motion.
The moment his grip closed around them, an icy stillness spread through the air.
Power.
Pure, lethal power.
He turned them over in his hands, testing their weight.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, he disappeared.
One second. Two.
When he reappeared, he stood behind Seraphis, his daggers already sheathed once more.
Not a single sound had been made.
Not even the whisper of movement.
Seraphis smirked. “They suit you.”
Azrael gave a single nod.
“…Yes.”
The Dawn of Something Greater
Seraphis exhaled, taking a step back.
Four warriors.
Four weapons, bound to their masters.
A moment of silence passed between them all—unspoken understanding settling in the air.
These were not just gifts.
They were promises.
Promises of strength.
Of battle.
Of what was to come.
Seraphis looked at each of them, then simply said:
“Make them count.”
And as the morning sun rose higher, the blades of the future had been placed into the hands of those who would shape it.