ONLINE: Blades of Eternity - Chapter 62

Chapter 62: TRUE FORM REVEALED

In the dimly lit tomb, the air was thick with an ancient, almost palpable energy. The faint glow from the magic-imbued coffin cast long shadows across the stone walls, where the language of a forgotten time was etched in delicate patterns. Kaelen stood at the center, his grip firm on the hilt of the Blade of Eternity, its steel reflecting the sparse light with a cold, deadly glint.

The Vice Chancellor stood a few paces away, his figure partially obscured by the darkness, yet his presence was undeniable. His eyes, sharp and knowing, watched Kaelen with an intensity that sent a chill down his spine. The air around them was charged, a silent understanding between master and pupil—this was no ordinary training session. This was the crucible in which Kaelen would either forge his mastery or break beneath the weight of the sword’s true potential.

“Clear your mind, Kaelen,” the Vice Chancellor’s voice was a low murmur, yet it echoed through the tomb, resonating with the power embedded in the very stones. “The Blade of Eternity is not merely a weapon; it is a reflection of your soul. You must become one with it, or it will consume you.”

Kaelen nodded, closing his eyes as he centered himself. The weight of the sword in his hands was familiar, yet it carried a deeper gravity now, a sense of purpose that demanded his full attention. He took a deep breath, feeling the pulse of his own energy intertwine with the sword’s aura.

“Begin,” the Vice Chancellor commanded, his tone brooking no hesitation.

With a swift movement, Kaelen launched into the forms the Vice Chancellor had taught him. Each strike, each parry, was executed with precision, yet the Vice Chancellor remained silent, observing. The tomb echoed with the sound of Kaelen’s footsteps and the whisper of the blade cutting through the air, but it wasn’t enough.

“Focus, Kaelen. You must not fight the sword—embrace it.”

Kaelen’s movements faltered for a moment, his frustration beginning to seep through. He had trained tirelessly, pushing his body and mind to their limits, yet the sword felt heavy in his hands, as though resisting his every command. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to continue.

The Vice Chancellor’s eyes narrowed. “You are still thinking like a mortal. The Blade of Eternity is not bound by the limitations of ordinary swords. It transcends them. Let go of your preconceptions.”

Kaelen paused, his chest heaving with exertion. He knew the Vice Chancellor was right—he had been trying to wield the sword as he would any other. But the Blade of Eternity was different; it demanded more.

Closing his eyes once more, Kaelen pushed everything else out of his mind. The tomb, the Vice Chancellor, even the weight of the sword—all of it faded away until there was nothing left but the rhythm of his heartbeat and the sword in his hands.

In that moment, something shifted. The Blade of Eternity no longer felt like a separate entity, something to be controlled. It became an extension of himself, as natural as his own limbs. When he moved, the sword moved with him, fluid and effortless. The strikes were no longer mere techniques—they were an expression of his very being.

The Vice Chancellor’s lips curled into a faint smile as he saw the change. “Good. Now, push beyond the limits.”

Kaelen’s eyes snapped open, and with a fierce determination, he launched into a series of advanced techniques, ones that had eluded him before. The blade seemed to sing in his hands, cutting through the air with a deadly grace. He felt the power of the sword flowing through him, a boundless energy that seemed to come from the very core of the tomb itself.

“Now let’s see how you fare with a group of enemies”

The Vice Chancellor raised a hand, and the tomb responded to his command. Spectral figures, long-dead warriors summoned by the tomb’s ancient magic, materialized around Kaelen. They moved with a lethal precision, attacking him from all sides.

But Kaelen was ready. With the Blade of Eternity in hand, he danced between the attacks, parrying and countering with a skill that surpassed anything he had known before. The figures fell one by one, their forms dissipating into the ether, until Kaelen stood alone once more, breathing heavily but victorious.

The Vice Chancellor stepped forward, his expression one of approval. “You have done well, Kaelen. The sword has accepted you as its master, but remember, this is only the beginning. The true test will come when you face an enemy not of magic, but of flesh and blood. Until then, continue to refine your skill. The path of the sword is endless, and you must walk it with unwavering resolve.”

Kaelen nodded, his grip tightening on the hilt of the Blade of Eternity. The sword felt different now—lighter, yet more powerful, as if it had finally become a part of him. He knew the Vice Chancellor was right; his journey was far from over. But for the first time, he felt truly ready to face whatever lay ahead.

“Thank you for your guidance Vice chancellor. I will be forever grateful for this” Kaelen suddenly said as he performed a slight bow towards the Vice Chancellor. And with a satisfied look on his face, the vice chancellor replied.

“You don’t have to thank me, I was merely doing a duty I was supposed to do as the vice chancellor of the academy”

But out of the blue, a sudden chime echoed in Kaelen’s mind, clear and resonant like a bell tolling in a distant tower. He froze, recognizing the unmistakable tone—his system was alerting him to something significant.

A faint, transparent interface materialized before his eyes, hovering in the air like a ghostly parchment. The words were etched in glowing script, pulsing with a subtle, otherworldly energy:

**[System Notification]**

**Congratulations, Kaelen! You have completed a Hidden Epic Quest: “The Way of The Sword”!**

Kaelen blinked, surprised. He had completely forgotten he was on a quest, let alone one of such magnitude. The message continued, lines of text scrolling down the interface:

**Quest Completion Rewards:**

– **50,000 XP**

– **+10 Mastery in Swordsmanship**

– **New Skill Unlocked: Sword Furry- Unleash a wave of ethereal blades upon your enemies.**

– **Artifact Unlocked: Armor of the Eternal Guardian – A legendary set of armor that enhances your physical resilience and magical defense [Must reach level 20 to unlock].**

– **New Title Earned: The Sword’s Chosen – Increases all sword-based damage by 20%.**

The final notification caused the interface to flash momentarily, casting a golden light across the tomb.

**Bonus Reward:**

– **Skill Evolution: Blade of Eternity’s True Form – The Blade of Eternity has recognized your mastery. It can now shift into its true form, greatly enhancing its power.**

Kaelen stared at the notifications, a mix of awe and disbelief washing over him. The sheer magnitude of the rewards was overwhelming—each one a testament to the monumental task he had unknowingly completed.

But the system in him didn’t seem to be done yet as another notification popped up on the screen in front of him.

**Congratulations! You have reached Level 15!!**

**All attributes increased!**

**2000 Mana Points gained!!**

**Congratulations! Sword Mastery has achieved the intermediate stage!! [All sword attacks under this skill will be boosted by 50%]**

‘Woah….’ Kaelen thought with an overwhelming and excited feeling growing within him. But he didn’t notice that his sword was undergoing a drastic change which has gotten the attention of the Vice Chancellor.

The Blade of Eternity, which had always felt like an extension of his arm, began to hum with a low, resonant vibration that Kaelen scarcely noticed, lost as he was in thought.

The Vice Chancellor, standing nearby, had been observing Kaelen with an air of quiet interest. But now, his eyes narrowed as he caught sight of a faint glow emanating from the blade. The subtle light grew more pronounced, casting long, ethereal shadows on the ancient stone walls.

Without warning, the blade began to change. Its once sleek and polished surface started to ripple like water, the metal warping and bending as if something within it was trying to break free. The Vice Chancellor’s breath caught in his throat, his gaze fixed on the transformation unfolding before him while he thought.

‘I can’t believe this’

The hilt of the Blade of Eternity elongated, becoming more ornate, with intricate patterns of silver and gold intertwining along its length. The blade itself widened slightly, the edge becoming razor-thin, yet exuding an aura of indomitable strength. A soft, otherworldly blue light began to pulse along its edge, almost like the beat of a heart. The runes etched into the blade, previously dormant, now glowed with a fierce, ancient power, each symbol flaring to life as though awakened from a long slumber.

The Vice Chancellor could feel the air in the tomb shift, a weighty presence filling the space as the true form of the Blade of Eternity was revealed. The temperature dropped slightly, and the air seemed to crackle with energy. This was no ordinary weapon—it was a relic of immense power, a weapon that had just revealed a fraction of its true potential.

Kaelen, still oblivious to the full extent of the transformation, felt only a subtle difference in the blade’s weight and balance. He adjusted his grip absentmindedly, not yet realizing the profound change that had occurred. But the Vice Chancellor knew—this was a momentous event, one that could tip the scales in battles yet to come.

The Vice Chancellor’s eyes widened, a mixture of admiration and respect flickering across his face. The Blade of Eternity had revealed its true form, and with it, a glimpse of the immense power that Kaelen now wielded, even if he wasn’t fully aware of it yet.