All Chapters of The Legend System : Chapter 41
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- Chapter- 41 - The Bone Fortress & The Academy
The fortress groaned as the new Summoning Chamber finished its growth. Its walls gleamed with lines of etched runes, each pulsing with the same necrotic light that laced through the fortress core. Skeletons filed in and out, carrying shards of bone essence and mana stones harvested from the newly opened mines.Kai stood at the threshold with Alice, Drakar, and the Warden at his side. The air smelled of ozone and burnt marrow, thick with energy.“Beautiful,” Alice whispered. Her silver-blue eyes reflected the chamber’s glow. “This is no simple room. This is the heart of creation.”Drakar folded his arms, his voice a low growl. “A forge of war. Only strength will walk out from here.”The Warden remained silent, but the way his helm turned toward Kai betrayed anticipation.Kai stepped forward. The System flickered in his vision.[Summoning Chamber: Ready for Use]→ Available Essence: 500→ Summonable Units:Bone Knight (200 Essence)Bone Mage (250 Essence)Skeletal Beast (150 Essence)Ka
- Chapter - 42 - First Strike into the Wastelands
The fortress gates rumbled open.Kai stood at the head of his warband, cloak whipping in the wasteland wind. Beside him marched Alice, her silver-blue eyes glinting like cold flame, and Drakar, whose half-human frame seemed to quake with restrained power. Behind them, the newly summoned Bone Knight Varian strode in silence, shield strapped across his arm, sword gleaming faintly with necrotic runes. Neyra the Bone Mage hovered at his flank, a low hiss of mana constantly leaking from her skeletal frame.The Warden and the two colossal Guardians watched from the gates, their hollow eyes burning.“You leave us the fortress,” the Warden intoned, bowing his armored head. “No enemy shall breach these walls.”Kai nodded once. “Hold it. When I return, I want this place standing.”Drakar’s grin widened. “And when we return, it’ll be after breaking something of theirs.”The warband set out.The wastelands stretched endlessly, a sea of dust and shattered stone. The skeleton troops moved in discip
- Chapter - 43 - Return to the Fortress
The warband marched through the wastelands beneath the cold light of the twin moons.Bones clattered, weapons scraped, and the scent of battle still lingered on Kai’s cloak. The skeleton phalanx moved silently, their sockets glowing brighter now that victory had fed the fortress’ influence into their cores.Kai walked at the center, flanked by Alice and Drakar. Neither spoke, though Alice occasionally cast a glance at him, her expression unreadable.The massive gates of the Bone Fortress loomed ahead, glowing faintly with runes. At the sight of their king returning, the Warden and the two towering Guardians lowered to one knee, weapons pressed against the earth.“Master,” the Warden’s hollow voice rang out. “The fortress awaits you.”Kai stepped inside, his boots echoing against stone. For the first time since the battle, he let himself exhale fully.The throne room pulsed with power. The fortress had absorbed the energy of his conquest, its spires flickering brighter with bone-fire,
- Chapter - 44 - The Crimson Sovereign’s Awakening
The bone throne chamber was still.Kai stood in silence, staring at his reflection in the silver plate set into the throne’s armrest. His features were no longer the boy who had first stepped into this fortress. No longer the forgotten son, abandoned by blood. He was taller now — his frame had stretched to a full one-ninety, shoulders broader, his posture regal without effort. His hair, once dark with hints of gold and light, now shimmered with streaks of silver, and through it ran a single scarlet strand, sharp and burning as blood-fire.But it was his eyes that made the air itself heavy. His left glowed a piercing ice-blue, clear and cutting as a frozen blade. His right burned crimson, its light predatory, as if every soul it gazed upon was prey.Alice, his ever-loyal general, lowered herself to one knee, trembling not from fear but awe. Her silver-blue eyes flickered as if fighting to focus. “Master… you radiate… like the Skeleton King of old. No—stronger.”Drakar, the dragon-born
- Chapter - 45 - Echoes Beyond the Fortress
The moon had barely risen above the crystalline towers when the first horns sounded across the capital.Sylvia froze as she crossed the outer gardens, recognizing the cadence immediately — the return horn, a call reserved for generals and royal heirs who came back from long campaigns.The courtyard erupted in life. Nobles streamed out of the halls, banners lifted, silver-armored guards forming precise lines along the stairways of the palace. The air thrummed with pride and anticipation.Her heart tightened. She knew what this meant.Her older siblings had returned.The gates of living wood swung open.Through them strode a figure in glimmering emerald plate, helm under his arm, long silver hair flowing down his back. His presence was heavy, as though he carried not just a sword but the weight of command itself.Calyth Veynar, First Prince.The heir apparent.The Golden Blade of the Elves.Cheers rang out as he raised his gauntleted fist. His armor bore scars of battle, his cloak tatte
-Chapter - 46 - Echoes of Blood and Bone
The Grand Hall quieted as the King raised his hand.“Calyth, First Prince, speak. What news do you bring from the borders?”The eldest of the Veynar heirs stepped forward, his emerald armor gleaming. His voice carried across the chamber, steady and resolute.“The beastkin clans of the east are broken,” Calyth declared. “Their chieftains kneeled beneath our banners after three months of campaign. Resistance remains in the mountain holds, but their unity is shattered. Trade routes will flow again, and the forests of the east are secure.”Cheers filled the hall, nobles slamming their staves and blades against the marble floor. Pride radiated from the people. The First Prince bowed, then stepped back into place, his eyes briefly flicking toward Sylvia — measuring her reaction.“Good,” King Sylorin said. “The east has long needed stability. You have done well, my son.”Then his gaze turned to Lirael. “Daughter. Report.”The Second Princess glided forward, her steps soft, deliberate. Her sm
- Chapter - 47 - Clash of Destinies
The fortress pulsed with stormlight.Kai stood in the courtyard, his mismatched eyes glowing — one a storm-bright blue, the other a crimson that cut through shadows. His hair, streaked with silver, scarlet, and a thin line of azure, fluttered as winds whipped around him. The jagged crown rested heavy upon his head.Alice and Drakar waited across from him, silent and imposing.“Both of you,” Kai said, voice sharp as steel. “Come at me together.”Alice arched a brow, her pale face unreadable. “Together?”Drakar chuckled, low and dangerous, his half-human form rippling with restrained power. “He craves a storm. Let us give him one.”The courtyard fell silent, save for the crackle of the fortress torches. Skeleton soldiers ringed the edges, silent witnesses to their king’s command.Kai raised his hand, lightning dancing along his fingers. “Let’s see what I can really do.”Alice vanished first, her speed inhuman. Bone-forged blades sang through the air, aimed at Kai’s throat. At the same m
- Chapter - 48 - The Calm Before the Storm
The Bone Fortress had grown restless.For three months, the ancient citadel of bone and shadow had thrummed with power, each day louder, each night brighter. The jagged towers pulsed with stormlight, veins of silver lightning running like blood through their structure. The spires groaned like old gods stirring in their slumber.And at its heart — Kai stood.His mismatched eyes glowed, one crimson like spilled blood, the other blue as a thunderhead’s core. His hair, once simple brown, now bore streaks of silver, crimson, and azure, and his frame had grown broader, taller, refined by endless training.Lightning arced lazily around his hands as if the storm itself was waiting for his command.He exhaled. The air rippled.“Again,” he said.Across the courtyard, Alice straightened, her twin blades spinning like silver arcs, eyes gleaming with cold precision. Drakar cracked his neck, half-human form cloaked in shadows of scaled power, his tail swaying with anticipation.The three had fought
-Chapter - 49 - Growth in Silence
The training halls of the Elven Capital glowed with morning light, beams of gold cascading through high windows shaped like leaves. The air shimmered faintly with mana — old magic infused into the stone centuries ago. Here, in the very heart of the kingdom, the heirs of Veynar honed their strength.Sylvia moved across the sparring floor, sweat glistening on her brow. Her silver hair clung to her cheeks, her breathing steady despite the intensity of her opponent’s strikes.“Again,” commanded her brother Calyth, the First Prince, his emerald sword slashing downward in a blur. He had trained her without mercy since his return. Each swing carried the weight of a commander who had spent years on the battlefield.Sylvia blocked with her slender blade, her wrists trembling from the force. Sparks sprayed where steel met steel. She twisted aside, darting low, and countered with a thrust that narrowly missed his ribs.“Better,” Calyth said. “But you still hesitate. In battle, hesitation kills.”
- Chapter - 50 - Storms Reunited -
The spires of the Elven Capital gleamed in morning light, their crystal towers shining like frozen flame. Beneath the vaulted ceiling of the royal audience chamber, Sylvia knelt before her father, King Eltharion, and the gathered siblings of her house. “I will return to the Human Academy,” Sylvia said, her voice calm though her heart beat fast. “The International Academy Tournament draws near, and it would dishonor our kingdom for one of its princesses to shy away from the challenge.” Her father’s golden eyes narrowed, thoughtful. “You leave of your own will, Sylvia?” “Yes,” she replied. “My path lies there. I must test the strength I’ve gained… and represent our people with honor.” Across the chamber, her older brother Calyth, First Prince of the Elves, leaned back in his chair, arms folded. “You always did have a stubborn streak. Very well. But know this, sister—if you falter, it will not only be you who is shamed, but our entire bloodline.” Sylvia met his gaze evenly. “Th