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.

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

A final time.

Breathe.

In. Hold. Release. Hold.

release. Her mind had been reduced

opened

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

parts of her mind, 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,

blue it hurt to look at. A shimmering pool of intense light, so vibrant and filled with power it almost

Liquid mana.

One last time. Breathe.

In. Hold. Release. Hold.

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

Agony.

through her came into contact with this new power source and found a delicate equilibrium.

submerged as she was, Orrina found the straps that bound her in place, tying them off expertly before

armour hummed

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

front as if they weren't even there. Her body moved, the armour moved, and Orrina

her right, the gauntlet closing around the hilt of her beloved sword. Blade in hand, she strode

sound came 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

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