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

as if it would cut the air.

A final time.

Breathe.

In. Hold. Release. Hold.

mana roared through her body now in a violent torrent. A storm of energy that begged for release. Her mind had been reduced to the point of a blade, nothing remained to

opened

her. An impossible construct of complexity and engineering so profound it was nothing short of a miracle. A fitting partner for her. She was the greatest the Legion could produce, an example of martial perfection. Her equipment should

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 she didn't need it, vaulting up to

at. A shimmering pool of intense light, so vibrant and filled with

Liquid mana.

One last time. Breathe.

In. Hold. Release. Hold.

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

Agony.

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

place, tying them off expertly before she reached up to pull

armour hummed to

unique skills, possessed only by the chosen few within the

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,

couldn't feel the fierce grin that split her face as she reached out to her right, the gauntlet closing around the hilt of her beloved sword. Blade in hand, she

fight. This was a rare occasion, one that hadn't happened in her entire career. Ten of

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