ONLINE: Blades of Eternity-Chapter 164: THE ART OF STORM MAGIC

As Morrigan and Eldric prepared to clash, Kaelen leaned over to the group beside him, curiosity sparking in his eyes. "What exactly is this storm magic Morrigan uses?"

Guinevere, always quick to enlighten, responded. "Storm magic is a rare fusion of wind and lightning elements," she began, her voice low but animated. "It’s not just about controlling wind or lightning independently—storm magic lets him harness them together, creating powerful attacks that can strike with immense speed and wide-reaching impact."

She pointed subtly toward Morrigan, whose form was cloaked in a volatile mix of charged air and faint static. "By combining the fluid force of wind with the raw intensity of lightning, he creates storms that can wear opponents down and deliver explosive strikes. It’s a magic that’s hard to master and requires a deep connection to both elements."

Ethan nodded in agreement. "And Morrigan’s one of the few who can wield it at this level. He’s earned that ’Tempest’ title."

Kaelen’s gaze flickered with newfound respect. "I see… So Eldric’s up against a real powerhouse."

Guinevere added with a grin, "Looks like we’re in for quite a storm."

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The energy on the platform crackled as Morrigan and Eldric locked eyes, their respective powers building, while the crowd sensed the beginning of an intense duel.

As the two squared off on the platform, Eldric’s smirk curled at the corner of his mouth, his voice just loud enough to reach Morrigan. "So this is the infamous ’Tempest’? I hope there’s more bite to that title than bark."

Morrigan’s gaze narrowed, a spark of irritation igniting behind his stormy eyes. Sylvester had yet to give the signal, but Morrigan’s pride was too great to let the taunt slide. With a fierce, unspoken command, he whipped his arm forward, conjuring a massive surge of wind and lightning that crashed toward Eldric in a torrent of crackling fury.

Caught off guard by the sudden attack, Eldric barely managed to brace himself as the gust threatened to blow him off his feet. Struggling against the whirlwind’s force, he dug his heels into the platform, channeling his own lightning aura to anchor himself in place. Sparks flew as the two magics clashed, Morrigan’s tempest raging with an intensity that drew gasps from the crowd.

Sylvester’s voice boomed across the arena, strained but maintaining authority. "Enough, Morrigan! Follow the rules, or face disqualification!" His tone held a warning edge, though even he seemed a touch impressed by the raw display of power.

Morrigan smirked, easing his stance only slightly, eyes still locked on Eldric. "That was just a taste. If you’re smart, you’ll take this more seriously."

Eldric straightened, the remnants of Morrigan’s storm fading around him. Wiping a streak of dust from his cheek, he grinned back, undeterred. "Oh, don’t worry. I was just getting warmed up."

"Well then, let me see how warmed up you are now"

As Sylvester signaled the start, Morrigan wasted no time unleashing the full might of his ’Art of the Storm Magic’. The air around him grew dense, crackling with energy, as dark storm clouds began to gather over the platform. With a swift motion, Morrigan summoned a spiraling vortex of wind and lightning, sending it hurling straight toward Eldric.

Eldric braced himself, eyes narrowing in anticipation, but the force of the magic forced him to stay on the defensive, dodging each blast with precise, calculated movements. The platform shook with each strike, lightning bolts tearing across the air and carving blackened streaks into the stone.

"I can’t believe he used his ’Art of the Storm Magic’ right off the bat"

"What’s that?" Kaelen quickly asked with a curious look on his face as he turned his neck to stare at Guinevere.

Guinevere’s face was grim as she leaned toward Kaelen, her voice low but filled with respect—and a hint of apprehension. "The Art of the Storm Magic is no ordinary elemental magic. It’s a volatile mix of wind and lightning that amplifies speed and impact, making each hit harder and faster. Morrigan’s refined it to a deadly art form, and once he gets that storm going, it’s almost impossible to find a weak spot."

Ethan, standing beside Kaelen, watched in awe as Morrigan’s attacks seemed to gain momentum with each passing second. "So he’s… basically creating a storm around himself as he attacks?"

"Exactly," Guinevere replied. "And that storm is designed to overwhelm. Eldric has to be careful—one misstep and he’s caught in Morrigan’s relentless barrage."

Back on the platform, Eldric gritted his teeth, feeling the raw, almost electrifying energy hammering toward him from all angles. Dodging was getting harder as Morrigan intensified his attacks, weaving layers of gale-force wind and streaks of lightning that crackled and snapped like vipers.

But rather than falter, Eldric’s gaze hardened with fierce determination. He knew Morrigan’s magic was meant to overwhelm, but he had his own strength—and he was ready to test it against the Tempest himself.

With Morrigan’s storm magic relentlessly closing in, Eldric felt his defenses wearing thin. The whirlwind of lightning and wind had pushed him to his limit; he knew he couldn’t keep this up for much longer. His mind raced through his options before finally settling on his last resort—The Wrath of the Heavens.

"Enough holding back," Eldric muttered under his breath, his eyes lighting up with a fierce glow.

Summoning every ounce of power within him, Eldric raised his hand to the sky, his fingers crackling with a dark blue lightning that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Suddenly, the sky above the platform responded, swirling into dense, heavy clouds that mirrored Morrigan’s storm. But Eldric’s lightning was different—darker, more intense, like a storm summoned from the heavens themselves.

As Morrigan’s storm continued its assault, Eldric unleashed his move. With a powerful shout, he brought his hand down, and a massive lightning bolt, imbued with the raw force of tribulation energy, tore through the clouds and crashed into the platform with a deafening roar. The impact of The Wrath of the Heavens was fierce, creating shockwaves that shattered Morrigan’s storm barrier and sent arcs of electricity skittering across the ground.

Boom!! Boom!!

Caught off-guard, Morrigan tried to brace himself, but Eldric’s lightning had overwhelmed his storm, piercing through every defense he put up. In one last desperate effort, Morrigan attempted to form a wind barrier, but the sheer power of Eldric’s strike was too much; the barrier shattered, and he was blasted backward, sliding to the very edge of the platform.

When the smoke finally cleared, Eldric stood tall, his form still surrounded by the residual energy of his attack, while Morrigan was on one knee, breathing heavily. Although he didn’t give any response due to his unorganized breathing, Sylvester knew that this is the final outcome of the battle.

The crowd erupted into a mix of cheers and astonishment as Sylvester signaled the end of the duel, his own face barely masking his surprise. Kaelen, Guinevere, and the others looked on in awe as Eldric took his place among the victors, having decisively turned the tide of the duel with his fearless gamble and the unimaginable might of The Wrath of the Heavens.