Chrysalis

Chapter 990

Breathe.

In. Hold. Release. Hold.

Breathe.

In. Hold. Release. Hold.

Slowly. Patience was required. The sharpest blade couldn't be forged in a day. The metal had to be unearthed, refined, smelted, shaped, heated and cooled over and over again until the final temper had been achieved. The perfect weapon was the work of a lifetime.

And so was Orrina.

She was the Legion's weapon, its sharpest and most perfect. She had been forged over many years, placed in the fire, moulded, quenched, then thrown back into the heat once more.

Breathe.

In. Hold. Release. Hold.

As she repeated the mantra and controlled the air that flowed into her body, so too did she influence the mana around her. It pulsed, rising and falling along with her lungs. Vast quantities rushed into her body, were contained, and then released. Each time she drew it in, the energy within her grew that little bit more rich, more vibrant. It wouldn't be long now.

Breathe.

In. Hold. Release. Hold.

of her heart and mind were released into the dark, where they could not reach her. All that would

off her in dense waves felt as if it

A final time.

Breathe.

In. Hold. Release. Hold.

for release. Her mind had been reduced

opened her

her. An impossible construct of complexity and engineering so profound it was nothing short of a miracle. A fitting

were engaged in the same ritual as she. Those thoughts were ignored, allowed to drift away without touching her singular focus. With measured steps, she moved towards her armour, her balance

shimmering pool of intense light, so vibrant and filled

Liquid mana.

One last time. Breathe.

In. Hold. Release. Hold.

on either side of the opening and smoothly lowered herself in, plunging herself into the liquid

Agony.

flooded her pores, seeping into her body and threatening to rip her apart. But it didn't happen. The vast rivers of magic that flowed through her came into contact with this new power source and found a delicate equilibrium. If she were any less saturated with mana, she would have died the moment she dropped in, but this was far from the

bound her in place, tying them

hummed to

feel herself meld with the metal, her unique skills, possessed only by the chosen few within the Legion, coming alive. The pain continued, but she didn't feel it;

mind expanded and suddenly she could see through the thick plates of metal in front as if they weren't even there. Her body moved, the armour moved, and

around the hilt of her beloved sword. Blade in hand, she strode forward, perfectly balanced, as each step was announced with a

fellows emerged from their pens, ready to fight. This was a rare occasion, one that hadn't happened in her entire

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