Author's Note: Do Not Unlock Yet. Chapter Is Still Under Construction.
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"We can't get close," one of the mages warned him, grabbing his arm. "There's lightning! Mana backlash! And the circle is draining everything!"
"Then I'll use something it can't drain."
Victor's eyes narrowed.
He stepped back. Elyra placed a hand on his shoulder. "Don't do something reckless."
"I'm not."
He turned his head toward her with a half-smirk. "I'm doing something stupid."
He gripped the hilt of his Legacy Sword, strapped to his back. The weapon shimmered faintly with ancestral qi. Its silver-gold blade was engraved with faint lines that began to pulse the moment his hand touched the hilt.
One of the instructors reached out. "Victor, stop! You can't do this! That ritual isn't something you can—"
But he was already moving.
