ONLINE: Blades of Eternity-Chapter 214: A FORCE OF RECKONING

The crowd at the Northern Wind Spire Coliseum erupted into a mix of cheers and gasps as the matchup was announced: Magnus Ferrum versus Garrick Stormfell. The contrast between the two fighters was stark.

Magnus Ferrum, the towering figure from the Ferrum Clan, loomed like an unyielding mountain. His bulging muscles strained against the armored plating of his battle gear, and the massive hammer resting on his shoulder gleamed ominously under the sunlight. The sheer size of the weapon made it seem impossible for anyone but him to wield.

Garrick Stormfell, on the other hand, exuded agility and precision. Lightning flickered faintly around his body as he stepped into the arena, his confident smirk still present despite the intimidating presence of his opponent.

The barrier around their mini-arena shimmered as the match officially started. Garrick didn’t waste time.

"You’re big, but I’ve seen bigger," Garrick taunted, his voice dripping with mockery.

He raised his hand, summoning arcs of lightning that danced wildly around him. With a burst of speed, he darted toward Magnus, his body a blur as lightning trailed his every movement.

Magnus, however, didn’t even flinch. Instead, he planted his feet firmly into the ground, gripping the handle of his hammer tightly. His deep voice rumbled across the arena:

"Come, boy. Let me show you what true power looks like."

Garrick struck first, unleashing a barrage of lightning bolts aimed directly at Magnus. The electric energy crackled violently as it surged toward the Ferrum Clan’s giant.

Magnus swung his hammer in a wide arc, its immense weight creating a gust of wind that seemed to distort the air around him. The sheer force of the swing dispersed the lightning, sending sparks scattering harmlessly in every direction.

Garrick narrowed his eyes, realizing that a frontal assault wouldn’t work. Using his superior speed, he dashed around Magnus in a blur, striking from multiple angles with sharp, lightning-infused jabs.

The attacks landed, sending shocks rippling across Magnus’s armor, but the giant merely grunted, his massive frame absorbing the blows like a mountain weathering a storm.

"Enough of your tricks!" Magnus roared, his deep voice reverberating through the arena.

With terrifying speed for someone his size, he slammed his hammer into the ground, causing the entire arena to tremble. The impact created a shockwave of force that sent Garrick stumbling.

Before Garrick could recover, Magnus surged forward, swinging his hammer with devastating force. The weapon descended like a falling meteor, and Garrick barely managed to evade it, the hammer crashing into the ground with an ear-splitting BOOM. The impact created a crater, shards of stone flying in all directions.

Garrick grimaced, realizing he couldn’t afford to take a direct hit. Lightning surged through his body as he activated his agility once more, weaving around Magnus and looking for an opening.

But Magnus wasn’t done. With a growl, he lifted his hammer high above his head, the weapon glowing faintly with an earthy energy.

"Let’s see how fast you are after this," Magnus bellowed.

He slammed the hammer into the ground again, but this time, it wasn’t just a shockwave. The earth beneath Garrick’s feet suddenly cracked and shifted, sharp stone spikes erupting upward and forcing him to leap back. Magnus used the distraction to close the distance, his massive shadow looming over Garrick like an unstoppable force.

Desperation flickered in Garrick’s eyes as he summoned a powerful lightning strike, channeling all his energy into a single attack aimed at Magnus’s chest. The bolt struck true, the crackling energy engulfing Magnus in a blinding flash of light.

The crowd gasped, and for a moment, it seemed Garrick might have turned the tide.

But as the light faded, Magnus stood there, smoke rising from his armor, a faint scorch mark the only evidence of Garrick’s attack. He smirked, his eyes gleaming with a predatory glint.

"My turn."

With a ferocious roar, Magnus swung his hammer upward in a brutal arc, catching Garrick mid-dodge. The blow didn’t connect directly, but the shockwave from the swing was enough to send Garrick flying across the arena, his body slamming into the barrier with a bone-rattling THUD.

Bruised and disoriented, Garrick struggled to stand, his movements sluggish. Magnus wasted no time, closing the distance with thunderous steps.

"Stay down, boy," Magnus growled, raising his hammer for the final blow.

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Garrick tried to summon his lightning again, but his energy was drained, his once-confident smirk replaced with a look of exhaustion and defeat.

With one last swing, Magnus brought his hammer down, the impact stopping just short of Garrick’s chest as the barrier between them flared to signify the match’s end.

The supervisor’s voice rang out, declaring Magnus Ferrum the winner.

Magnus rested his hammer on his shoulder, his expression one of grim satisfaction. He turned to leave the platform, not even sparing Garrick a second glance.

As the crowd roared in approval, Magnus’s presence loomed larger than ever, a reminder of the brute strength and dominance the Ferrum Clan was known for. Meanwhile, Garrick was helped out of the platform by a swirling gust of wind, his earlier arrogance now a distant memory.

Kaelen watched the entire match from his group resting area, his face unreadable. He didn’t show it, but he made a mental note:

’Magnus Ferrum—an opponent to tread carefully around.’

As the crowd’s excitement from the previous match died down, the atmosphere in the VIP section of the Northern Wind Spire Coliseum remained charged. Castenada and his long-time friend Marel were seated in the VIP section, observing the ongoing battles from a slightly elevated position, giving them a clear view of the mini-arena set for the round robin.

Magnus Ferrum’s victory had just been declared, and the echoes of the crowd’s cheers still reverberated throughout the coliseum. Marel, his arms crossed and eyes narrowed, turned to Castenada and spoke in a low voice that only the chancellor could hear.

"Magnus Ferrum... truly formidable. I’ve never seen anyone wield such raw power with such control. His brute force is unmatched, and his ability to withstand Garrick’s lightning shows the depth of his endurance." Magnus said with solemnity.

Castenada nodded slowly, his expression unreadable as he watched the Ferrum Clan warrior leave the arena, his enormous hammer resting casually on his shoulder. Marel’s words were true—Magnus’s presence alone was enough to intimidate even the most seasoned fighters. But there was something that Castenada couldn’t ignore—something else that worried him far more.

Without responding to Marel immediately, Castenada shifted his gaze across the arena and subtly gestured toward another platform.

"Magnus may be powerful, but watch this." Castenada said as he removed his attention from Magnus.

Then, he guided Marel’s attention to a different section of the coliseum, where a new duel was unfolding. At the center of the arena was Aric Alexandria, the son of King Alexandria, currently embroiled in his own battle. His opponent was a young boy with dual blades from the Dawning of Magic Academy—a boy who was already showing signs of struggle.

What struck Castenada and Marel both was that Aric hadn’t drawn his blade once. In fact, the young prince was fighting entirely with light magic, his power surging in waves, creating a dazzling display of radiant energy. Each spell he cast was precise and overwhelmingly powerful, leaving his opponent little room to breathe.

"He’s not even using his blade…" Marel muttered.

Castenada didn’t immediately respond. His eyes were locked on Aric, his expression turning somber as he observed the prince’s effortless domination of his opponent. The boy from the Dawning of Magic Academy had no chance of winning. Aric’s control over light magic seemed so fluid, so natural, that it almost seemed as though he was playing with his opponent. With a final flick of his wrist, Aric sent the boy sprawling with a blinding flash of light, earning the victory with minimal effort.

The crowd erupted in applause as Aric stood tall, his figure glowing with the remnants of light magic. But instead of feeling pride or awe, Castenada’s face grew grim.

"Aric… has grown far too dangerous. His control over light magic… and the way he handles himself without needing his blade. It’s unsettling. For our students, this is going to be more than just a battle of strength. It’s going to be a battle of strategies, and Aric’s natural talent is already overwhelming."

Marel glanced at Castenada, sensing the depth of his concerns.

"I’ve always known the illegitimate son to King Alexandria to be strong, but this level of mastery over his magic is something else entirely. To think he’s been holding back all this time, not using his blade at all..."

"Light magic is the perfect counter to most forms of combat, especially against the melee and magic-oriented students we have at the academy. If Aric is allowed to progress further, he will pose a massive challenge to all of our students. We cannot afford to underestimate him."

"You think… Kaelen and the others are prepared for this?" Marel asked with a serious look now on his face.

"They will have to be. Aric’s natural talent is a force of nature, and his experience and training will only make him more dangerous. But we also have to remember—our students have their own strengths, and they’ve been training for this moment for years. We can only hope they rise to the occasion." Castenada said.

Marel nodded slowly, understanding the gravity of the situation. He knew Castenada wasn’t one to show concern lightly. But the fact that Aric Alexandria, the illegitimate son to King Alexandria, was already showing such overwhelming strength, even without using his sword, was a clear signal of the dangers ahead.

"Then I suppose we’ll have to keep an eye on him… and on our students. We can’t afford any more surprises like this."

"Exactly. But for now, we must focus on the rest of the matches. It’s not just Aric who’s dangerous—there are others who are waiting to rise to the challenge." Castenada replied

As Aric stepped down from the arena, victorious and untouched, the crowd’s cheers echoed in the air. But for Castenada, the true challenge had only just begun. He knew that the battle for supremacy in this convention was only going to get fiercer, and that Aric Alexandria had already set the bar higher than anyone had expected.

The question now was whether Kaelen and the others would be able to match that power—or perhaps even exceed it.