ONLINE: Blades of Eternity - Chapter 93

Chapter 93: A LEGEND LONG FORGOTTEN

“What did I just see?” In the spectators area, Morris muttered with a look of disbelief on his face.

“How do you expect me to know, but it seems like he knows the answer to this” Ethan replied with the same expression on his face as he fixed his gaze on Kaelen who still stood on the arena with the dragon like aura swirling around him.

…

The VIP lounge, which had been filled with the lively energy of discussion and observation, suddenly fell into a profound silence when Kaelen’s body erupted with the dragon-like mana. The Vice Chancellor, seated at the center of the room, rose from his chair, his usually composed expression marred by shock. His eyes were wide as he leaned forward, his gaze locked onto Kaelen down in the arena.

The pillars of the Academy, each powerful in their own right, exchanged glances of disbelief. Vlahiç, known for his calm and stoic demeanor, had his brow furrowed deeply, his hands gripping the arms of his chair tightly. Carmilia, the Ice Queen, rarely one to show emotion, now had her lips parted in surprise. The surge of ancient, primal energy from Kaelen was nothing like they had ever seen in any student, let alone one who had yet to graduate.

“What… is that power?” Vlahiç muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with awe and confusion. His eyes remained fixed on Kaelen, who now stood in the middle of the arena, bathed in a swirling vortex of dragon-like mana. The sheer intensity of it made the entire coliseum feel as though the air had thickened, pulsating with raw, untamed energy.

General Cao, the war-hardened general who had seen countless battles, stood motionless as he observed from the VIP box. His usually sharp and calculating mind raced to process what he was witnessing. “I’ve never seen anything like this,” he said slowly, the disbelief clear in his tone. He wasn’t one to be easily impressed, but the power emanating from Kaelen was beyond extraordinary.

‘Don’t tell me what Guinevere smelt from him was actually true?’ General Cao thought grimly.

“It’s not just mana,” Carmilia said softly, her icy blue eyes narrowing as she studied the scene. “It feels… ancient. Like something from the time of legends.”

The Vice Chancellor’s expression darkened, his mind racing to make sense of the unprecedented surge of energy. His gaze never left Kaelen, who was now standing amidst the dissipating waves of dragon-like mana, his chest heaving as he recovered from the exertion of the battle. There was something deeply unsettling about the nature of the power. It wasn’t just raw strength—it felt intelligent, almost sentient.

“I have felt this energy before,” the Vice Chancellor finally said, his voice low and filled with the weight of his years of experience. “But not from a student. This… this is something far older than any magic we teach here.”

The pillars turned to him in unison, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern. “Older than what we teach?” General Cao echoed, his tone laced with suspicion. “What do you mean?”

The Vice Chancellor didn’t answer immediately, his eyes narrowing as he pondered the significance of what he was seeing. “It’s similar to the mana from the ancient Dragon Clans,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But that’s impossible… They were wiped out centuries ago. Their magic should have disappeared with them.”

The mention of the Dragon Clans sent a ripple of unease through the lounge. The Dragon Clans were the stuff of legends, known for wielding power so vast that even the most advanced mana users paled in comparison. If Kaelen was somehow connected to that forgotten history, it meant there was something far more dangerous at play than anyone had realized.

“Could he be… a descendant?” Carmilia ventured, her voice tinged with an edge of curiosity. Her icy exterior masked the excitement bubbling within her. “Is that even possible?”

Before anyone could respond, the Headmaster of Valen’s Military academy suddenly stormed into the lounge, his eyes narrowing at the scene unfolding below. He had been watching the tournament with his usual arrogance, but now, a flicker of something else—worry, perhaps—had crossed his face.

“What kind of student are you teaching here, Vice Chancellor?” he said with thinly veiled disdain, though there was an undercurrent of apprehension in his tone. “I have never seen anything like this before, and neither have any of my best warriors.”

The military prodigy, who stood beside the Headmaster, shifted uneasily. His sharp eyes were fixed on Kaelen, no longer seeing him as just another competitor, but as a potential threat. “That mana… it’s unnatural,” the prodigy muttered, his voice filled with an uncharacteristic uncertainty.

The Vice Chancellor, however, ignored the comments from the Valen Headmaster completely, his mind too focused on what had just transpired. He turned back to General Cao, who was still deep in thought, and asked, “Have you seen anything like this in Kaelen before?”

General Cao shook his head slowly. “Never. He was always talented, but this… This is something else entirely. This could change everything.”

The room fell into a tense silence as the implications of Kaelen’s newfound power began to settle in. If this was truly the power of the Dragon Clans, then Kaelen was more than just an exceptional student—he was a living relic of a long-forgotten age, a remnant of an era of magic that was believed to have been wiped from the world.

But amidst the rising tension, none of them noticed the faint ripple of magic high above the coliseum. Hovering far above the grand structure, hidden by the clouds, was Kelvin. He remained unseen, his cold eyes observing everything with an eerie calm. His presence, unnoticed by all, lingered like a specter, watching Kaelen with interest.

Whatever Kaelen had just tapped into, Kelvin seemed to know more than anyone else. His expression, though, was impossible to read—whether he was impressed, concerned, or amused, only he knew. And as the dragon-like mana continued to swirl faintly around Kaelen, it was clear to Kelvin that this tournament was no longer just a test of strength.

It was a prelude to something far greater.

Back in the coliseum, Kaelen stood on the stage, his chest heaving as the intensity of the duel began to fade, but the raw energy coursing through him was something new. His mind buzzed with confusion as the dragon-like mana that had exploded from him during the fight swirled around him faintly, its presence undeniable. He could feel its primal essence deep in his core, yet it felt foreign, something he had never encountered before. The sensation of overwhelming power still tingled in his veins, leaving him shocked by its emergence.

“What…what is this?” Kaelen muttered, glancing down at his trembling hands. He wasn’t the only one in shock. All around him, the audience stared in stunned silence, the once-festive atmosphere now hanging thick with disbelief and awe.

His thoughts raced as the realization dawned on him that this power wasn’t something he had trained for or developed. This was different. Unnatural. *Where did it come from? Why now?*

Before he could spiral further into confusion, a mechanical voice echoed within his mind, the system’s familiar yet cold tone interrupting his thoughts.

**Primal mana detected.** the system informed him.

Kaelen’s eyes widened as he whispered under his breath, “Primal mana?”

The system continued, its explanation concise. **”Primal mana is an ancient energy, dormant in your lineage. Currently, it is in its infancy stage, but its potential is immense. This energy is linked to your deeper connection with ancient powers.”**

Kaelen felt a chill run down his spine. ‘Ancient powers?’ He had never heard of Primal mana, let alone felt its touch before today. But now, it was as if a door had been opened within him, one that couldn’t easily be closed.

“Infancy stage…”he repeated, still absorbing the information.

His breath caught, his mind trying to piece together the implications. This was no ordinary power—this was something far beyond the training he’d undergone or the techniques he had honed. The very essence of his abilities had shifted. He had tapped into something old, something primal, and now there was no going back.

But as Kaelen tried to process the revelation about the Primal mana, the energy swirling inside him felt both exhilarating and unsettling. He was still absorbing the implications of his newfound power when a sudden gust of wind swept across the coliseum. The crowd stirred, a sense of foreboding settling over the arena.

The sky above the coliseum darkened unnaturally, and the temperature dropped. Whispers of confusion rippled through the audience, but the air crackled with something far more dangerous.

Boom!!

A violent gust accompanied a loud crash as a figure descended from the heavens with menacing grace. The ground trembled upon impact, and the dust cleared to reveal Kelvin, cloaked in a dark, ominous aura, his figure more imposing than ever. He landed just a few paces in front of Kaelen, his presence alone sending shockwaves through the coliseum. His piercing gaze locked onto Kaelen, who stood frozen in place, still reeling from the revelations about his own power.

And just then, Kaelen noticed the sadistic grin that was slowly appearing on Kelvin’s face as he suddenly spoke up in a malevolent voice.

“Ah, I am finally back”