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.

deeper she sank. Her worries fell away. Her past fell away. Her joy. Her sorrow. With each breath, more pieces of her heart and mind were released into the dark, where they could not reach her. All

dense waves felt as if it would cut the air.

A final time.

Breathe.

In. Hold. Release. Hold.

in a violent torrent. A storm of energy that begged for release. Her mind had been reduced to the point of a blade,

she opened

moulded plates of steel stood before her. An impossible construct of complexity and engineering so profound it was nothing short of a miracle. A fitting

without touching her singular focus. With measured steps, she moved towards her armour, her balance effortlessly perfect. A ladder

pool of intense light, so

Liquid mana.

One last time. Breathe.

In. Hold. Release. Hold.

the opening and smoothly lowered herself

Agony.

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

practised ease, even submerged as she was, Orrina found the straps that bound her in place, tying them off expertly before she reached up to

armour hummed

the unspeakably detailed enchanted matrix, she could feel herself meld with the metal, her unique skills, possessed only by the chosen few within the

see through the thick plates of metal in front as if they weren't even there. Her body moved, the

the hilt of

a rare occasion, one that hadn't happened in her entire career. Ten of them had been called up for this action.

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