Chapter 31 — The Blade and the Flame
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The place was a literal abyss.
And it will sacred the shit out anyone even if they were in group.
Every as the eye was darkness.
And no sound for ears to hear.
The monster was starting to rot but there was no smell.
There was not smell anything like that .
But a little away a figure can be seen throwing sword in all directions.
And mumbling to a sword
The blade hovered silently in the dim cavern light.
Cyrus stood a few meters away, staring at it. His mind kept running endless calculations.
For the last few hours, he had been trying every possible way to understand this strange sword.
> Swing it.
Drop it.
Throw it.
No matter what he did, it always returned. As if bound to him by some unseen thread.
This time, he hurled it with more force — twisting his wrist mid-throw, changing its trajectory sharply.
The sword spun through the air, slicing into the darkness.
But like a loyal beast, it reversed its flight and glided smoothly back into his hand.
Cyrus exhaled sharply.
Cyrus (calm but analytical):
"You're not just bonded... you're listening. You move even before I give full commands."
He repeated the experiment again.
> Faster.
Slower.
Curve left.
Dive right.
Every thought—every tiny intention—was answered instantly.
It was no ordinary blade.
It adapted. It learned.
And yet… it remained silent. No visible change. No ability triggered.
> Something is missing.
Like a sword so powerful is still unknown to the world of dominan Nexus where powerful is the first moral.
Cyrus started thinking and speculating.
He thought may be it's because of its look and how it decided it's weilder.
Cyrus (clam and deep)
. It's decided it's weilder by using there blood.
So it might lead many to think it's a blood absorption sword just like it happen with me .
So the people who have wielded this sword must have use there blood .
But the sword was not as powerful as the one think it might be
even after giving it so mush blood.
That why some either have abandoned it or use it all there life with remaining unknown about it's speciality.
The it hit Cyrus.
Cyrus (surprised and Smug)
.....Man ...this sword is something
That was it's deffence mechanism again dumb weilder.
The sword check there potential by first absorbing ther blood and formed a connection with them through the wielders mind.
Cyrus was amazed and he was getting a feeling that the sword was smirking with evil grin towards him .
Like saying see I am more useful than those typical Nobels.
After some time, Cyrus wandered deeper.
As he was going more deep he saw something that sent chills down his spine.
The sweat form his forehead drip down.
His whole body started sweating after seeing.
What was infront of him.
This part of the cave atleast it was before looked like open sky.
Then he saw.
a mouth wide enough to consume heaven.
The monster towered like a shattered god, a leviathan of bone and writhing black sinew, draped in chaos. Its jaw hung open—not to roar, but to devour existence itself.
Rows upon rows of jagged white teeth curved inward like an unholy cathedral, each slick with saliva and blood. Thick black tendrils snaked around its fangs, twitching like the limbs of something still growing—still becoming. The air reeked of ozone, blood, and the metallic scent of destiny.
Behind the beast, the sky had fractured into trembling daylight—sunlight trying to peek through storm-torn clouds, as if even nature dared not witness what was unfolding.
Its tongue quivered, pink and massive, twitching with hunger. The world seemed to tilt with the weight of its breath—a soundless, gravity-warping pull toward the infinite dark inside its throat.