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.

With each breath, more pieces of her heart and mind were released into the dark, where they could not reach her. All that would remain was the pure core: her instincts, her training, and her unending warrior

rolled off her in dense waves felt as if it would cut the air. None dared to

A final time.

Breathe.

In. Hold. Release. Hold.

of energy that begged for release. Her mind had been reduced

she opened

and engineering so profound it was nothing short of a miracle.

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,

to look at. A shimmering pool of intense

Liquid mana.

One last time. Breathe.

In. Hold. Release. Hold.

opening and smoothly lowered herself in, plunging herself into the liquid

Agony.

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

that bound her in place, tying

armour hummed to

metal, her unique skills, possessed only by the chosen few within the Legion, coming alive. The

thick plates of metal in front as

right, the gauntlet closing around the hilt of her beloved sword. Blade in hand, she strode forward, perfectly balanced, as each

to fight. This was a rare occasion, one that hadn't happened in

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