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Martial Reincarnate : The Nameless Blades

A talented and strong martial artist is killed during a pursuit of "Unknown". When given a second chance in a mysterious world full of Martial traditions, he will have to live a new life, train fiercely and encounter mysterious forces from the past as he creates new legacies and foster new relationships. He will discover the essence of his martial path, understand his heart and find his own identity. Today is full of surprises, growth, challenge and a new meaning of life. Let us follow the life of this young hero to determine his boundaries and fight his fate in the epic saga of Martial Reincarnate.

Ryzixe · Fantasy
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16 Chs

Chapter 10: The Weight of Power

The forest stretched endlessly before them, the towering trees casting long shadows in the fading light. Raya and Kael moved cautiously, the silence between them heavy with unspoken questions. Every step away from the ruins felt like a reprieve from death, yet the mark on Raya's wrist pulsed faintly, a quiet reminder of its power and its cost.

Kael limped slightly, her near-death experience leaving her shaken despite Raya's intervention. She hadn't spoken much since they escaped the crumbling chamber, her thoughts clearly racing.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Raya asked, glancing at her with concern.

Kael nodded stiffly, her hand resting lightly on the spot where her fatal wound had been. "I'm alive. That's more than I can say for most people who've crossed paths with the Fell Sovereign's forces."

Raya grimaced, guilt flickering in his chest. "I didn't know the mark could… do that. I didn't even know I could save you. It just… happened."

Kael stopped abruptly, turning to face him. Her gaze was sharp, her expression unreadable. "That's the problem, Raya. It just happened. You don't understand this power you don't control it. And until you do, you're a danger to everyone around you."

The words stung, but Raya couldn't argue. The memories of his outburst in the village and the destruction he had wrought were still fresh in his mind. He clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. "That's why I'm trying to learn. That's why I came back for you."

Kael's expression softened, though the tension in her shoulders remained. "I know. And I'm grateful. But gratitude doesn't change the fact that this mark isn't just some gift it's tied to something much bigger than either of us."

The mention of the mark stirred something within Raya, a deep unease he couldn't shake. "You think the Sovereign knows about it?"

Kael nodded grimly. "I'd bet on it. If he doesn't already, he will soon. That kind of power creation, destruction, resurrection it's exactly what he's been using to build his army. But unlike his soldiers, you're still… human."

The words hung in the air, their implications heavy. Raya's mind raced as he tried to piece together what little he understood about the mark. The elders in the village had spoken of ancient forces tied to the land, remnants of a time before the Sovereign's rise. Could the mark be connected to those forces?

Kael broke the silence, her voice low. "There's someone we need to find. If anyone can help you understand that mark, it's her."

"Who?" Raya asked, curiosity piqued.

Kael hesitated, her gaze flicking to the forest ahead. "A mage. She's called Lysara. She was part of the resistance before it fell apart. If she's still alive, she'll know about the ancient powers and how to control them."

Raya frowned. "And where do we find her?"

Kael gave him a grim look. "The Grey Spire."

The name sent a chill down Raya's spine. He had heard whispers of the Grey Spire a fortress shrouded in mist, where the Sovereign's presence was strongest. It was said to be both a prison and a sanctuary for those who wielded magic, a place of unspeakable horrors.

"You think she's there?" Raya asked, disbelief evident in his tone.

Kael nodded. "If she's still alive, that's where she'll be. The Sovereign doesn't let people like her roam free."

Raya's mind churned. The idea of venturing into the Grey Spire was daunting, but if this mage could help him understand the mark and perhaps even turn it into a weapon against the Sovereign he had no choice.

"Then we go," Raya said firmly.

Kael arched an eyebrow. "It's not that simple. The Spire is heavily guarded, and we don't exactly have an army. If we're going to make it there, we'll need allies and a plan."

Raya's gaze hardened. "Then we start with the resistance. If anyone's still fighting, we'll find them."

Kael gave a small nod, though doubt flickered in her eyes. "Let's hope there's something left to find."

The journey to the Grey Spire would be long and perilous, but Raya felt a new sense of purpose burning within him. The mark on his wrist no longer felt like a burden it was a key, and with it, he would unlock the means to bring down the Sovereign once and for all.

But as they set off deeper into the forest, a shadow loomed in the back of his mind. The power that had saved Kael was the same power that had nearly consumed him.

And the deeper he delved into its secrets, the more he feared what he might uncover.

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