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chapter one hundred and twenty seven
The sun rose over the kingdom, bathing the once-dreaded palace in warm, golden light. The air, which for decades had carried the stench of fear, corruption, and blood, now felt alive, heavy with possibility. The streets were empty, but not silent. From the corners of the city, people peered cautiously from windows and alleyways, whispers passing between them like wildfire. He did it. Kael did it. The tyrant is gone. Kael walked through the palace gates—not as a soldier, not as a boy with vengeance in his eyes—but as a king. The black Hakana that had once been a storm of destruction now flowed around him like a cloak of authority, tempered, calm, yet undeniably powerful. His silver hair glimmered in the morning light, and his eyes, once alight with rage, now reflected clarity, resolve, and the weight of responsibility. Behind him, Nira followed, her expression one of cautious awe. She had seen Kael at his fiercest, when he could have shattered mountains and razed cities with a though
chapter one hundred and twenty six
Kael stood atop the hill overlooking the kingdom he had once called home. The palace shimmered in the distance, a monument of power built on lies and blood. The streets below were eerily quiet. Guards had been summoned, armies marshaled—but Kael didn’t fear them. They were nothing compared to the storm he had become.The black Hakana swirled around him like living armor, pulsating with the whispers of a thousand Swordmasters. Silver hair glinting in the light, eyes glowing like molten silver, he stepped forward. Each footfall echoed like the drums of judgment. Every shadow bent toward him, every tree seemed to bow in respect—or fear.Inside the palace, Almond paced the grand hall, hands clenched, jaw tight. Every messenger brought reports of Kael’s path of destruction. Entire battalions scattered without resistance, elite Swordmasters felled in moments. The king’s fury had grown, twisting into desperation.“Gabriel!” Almond shouted, voice sharp with fear and rage. “Call the elite guar
chapter one hundred and twenty five
The valley trembled with the march of thousands. Almond’s army had converged like a tide of iron and fire, banners snapping in the wind, shields clanging against one another in a grim symphony of war. The scent of sweat, steel, and fear clung to the air, thick enough to choke those who dared stand too close.At the edge of the forest, Kael crouched atop a ridge, silver hair flowing with the gusts of wind. His eyes glowed faintly, reflecting the moonlight creeping over the distant mountains. Every movement in the valley below registered in his mind, every heartbeat, every rustle, every trembling breath of the soldiers.“…they come,” the voice of the First Master whispered within him, carried by the pulse of Hakana. “…and you will decide how the storm falls.”Kael’s lips curled into a faint smirk. He didn’t need to shout. He didn’t need to rally. The forest itself had become his army, the shadows his soldiers, and the earth his weapon.Almond’s scouts moved first. Mounted soldiers rode
chapter one hundred and twenty four
The sun had barely risen, and the forest was still shrouded in mist. Every tree seemed to shiver with anticipation, leaves whispering secrets that only Kael’s Hakana could understand. He stepped lightly through the undergrowth, boots silent, silver hair flowing like liquid light in the early morning glow. The First Master had pushed him to the brink—pushed him beyond endurance, beyond reason—but now, finally, Kael could feel every master, every blade, every soul contained in his Hakana move as one.“…listen,” the whisper came, the First Master’s voice carried in the currents of energy around him. “…you are not merely a sword. You are the storm, the reckoning. They will come, and you will decide how it ends.”Kael exhaled, the tension coiling in his chest slowly unfurling. “Then let them come,” he murmured, letting the black Hakana pulse outward. The air vibrated, trees bending slightly as the energy wrapped around him like living silk. Every footstep echoed in harmony with the dormant
chapter one hundred and twenty three
The chamber was alive. Every breath Kael took stirred the shadows; every heartbeat echoed like a drum of war. The First Master stood across from him, the floating sword of light spinning lazily, as if bored by the slow passage of mortal time.“You will not simply swing and strike,” the First Master said, voice like gravel. “Hakana is not a weapon. It is a reflection of your soul, your will, your fear—and your rage. If you let it control you, it will devour you. If you master it… it will make you unstoppable.”Kael clenched his fists, feeling the black tendrils of Hakana swirl around his body, restless and hungry. “Then I will master it,” he said, silver hair bristling. “I don’t care what it takes.”The First Master’s eyes glowed faintly. “Very well. Then we begin.”The first day—if it could be measured in hours—was pure agony. Kael moved constantly, slicing through illusions conjured by the First Master: shadow warriors that struck like lightning, blades that split stone, phantoms tha
chapter one hundred twenty two
Kael’s boots barely made a sound as he followed the glowing path that had risen beneath him. The cavern walls shivered with ancient power, as if the very stone remembered the footsteps of those long dead. The air was thick with centuries of suppressed energy, old blood, and whispers that only the Hakana could interpret.“…this way…” the voice whispered again, faint yet insistent, like wind weaving through the roots of a buried tree. “…the one who forged the first blade awaits…”Kael’s eyes narrowed. He had to remind himself: this wasn’t some ghost story, some legend told to frighten children. This was real. And it called to him, not because of his bloodline, but because he was strong enough to wield it. Strong enough to survive it.The trail led downward, spiraling like a helix carved into the bedrock. It smelled of earth, smoke, and iron. Kael’s pulse quickened, but his movements remained measured, disciplined—controlled. With every step, he could feel the Hakana growing more alert,
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