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.

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 spirit. She honed her mind as the blade was honed, until it had

dense waves felt as if it would cut the air. None dared

A final time.

Breathe.

In. Hold. Release. Hold.

storm of energy that begged for release. Her mind had

opened

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

she knew her peers 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 effortlessly perfect. A ladder had been prepared, but

hurt to look at. A shimmering pool of intense light,

Liquid mana.

One last time. Breathe.

In. Hold. Release. Hold.

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

Agony.

flowed through her came into contact with this new power source and

tying them off expertly before she reached up

hummed to

the metal, her unique skills, possessed only by the chosen few

front as if they weren't even there. Her

the gauntlet closing around the hilt of

from her left and right as her fellows emerged from their pens, ready to fight. This was a rare occasion, one that hadn't happened in her entire career. Ten of them had been

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