Amarok who was now standing on a black winged eagle was still in trance. The celestial guardian by his side were speechless. They could feel the immense energy boiling out of him but he looked like he wasn't even conscious.

Amarok jumped forward. His fist condensed pure energy in his palm. The Rings clicked on his arm before forming a single one. he strike forward. Jorah waved his hands. Another destructive rune bloomed ummed. It was kings order. A dark rune covered the whole sky. With a clamps of his finger. Everyone in the sky was forced down to their knees. The celestial guardian cried feeling the crushing pressure.

The Aetherial Midrel and Amarok where the only one who hand not knelt completely. Both where struggling under the mighty pressure. Aetherial Midrel was at the third rank of rune Sorcerer—a Scholar. Although Jorah was not as strong as a real rang four rune Sorcerer—a smith it was still a rang above, his strength was monstrous.

Aetherial Midrel, weaved a rune in the void she knew she couldn't hesitate anymore. Jorah was at the second rank, Rune sorcerer Disciple but with that sword in hand he didn't only qualify to be rune Sorcerer smith thst is two ranks above that but also a rune warrior Smith . it was unheard of. hence she didn't dare to hesitate even a slightest second

" could you buy some time " she asked to Amarok. He didn't answer and just kept charging at Jorah. But it was clear he wasn't up to the task. Jorah could glide in the air with his dark flames while Amarok had to rely on rhe black winged eagle which was clearly not fast enough. at the pressure from the kings order rune was still present.

Rapidly several horrible sword wounds recovered his body. Blood trickled down falling into the water underneath.

Aetherial Midrel waved. " ladies let's do it " she shouted. All the celestial guardian went in formation. Forming a hexagon around Jorah who was engrossed in cutting Amarok. With practice mastery they all drew the same rune.

The void trembled. Energy bloomed from them. The Aetherial Midrel waved. The runes all grew breaking with energy. she slammed her hands together. her hairs and her coat blew backward. the rune light juggernaut echoed.

Suddenly a Golden light shot out of the rune from one of the celestial guardian. Then it reached the other celestial guardian rune and the void trembled the celestial guardian retreated slightly on the black winged eagle but stood straight , then it continued to another guardian and did the same. Soon a complete hexagon was formed.

Jorah seemed to sense something was off with a wave of his sword Amarok was send flying like a vulgar piece of paper. He tried to flee back into the Abyss ring.

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Suddenly from the hexagon corners pillars bolted out sealing him in place. Jorah was screaming widely and his energy moved consuming everything on it way. All the black winged eagle were fleeing towards the town. The slower ones were turned into ash. The Aetherial Midrel caught Amarok as she too retreated into the town.

When the dark flames reached the town an invisible barrier could be seen. It trembled violently but stood still.

Few minutes later Jorah body dimmed and burned. " No...father... I can't die...." His skin calcined as he returned to bones. The sword falling back into the Abyss ring. Where the chains like waiting it caught it back sealing it back in place.

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Few days passed, and the entire town of Alden was in upheaval. Their names—Lyra, Kinty, Silvia, and Amarok—resounded in every corner, turning them into overnight stars. They had discovered a tomb; yes, it wasn't a relic but indeed a Lurkthralids tomb, and that was the reason the evil sword was sealed there.

Over the past days, many people came to Alden, curious about the tomb. After all, everything related to the Lurkthralids was certainly linked to Elara epoch . This attracted the most influential people from all over lower Elysium to tour Alden city. Even the upper Elysium sent some people to take a look. The city Lord was delighted; it was the first time Alden received so much attention from such big shots.

Amarok had a rune engraved on his arm. He was now an official Alden Academy student, and furthermore, he obtained his rank without having to pass any form of test. He was officially a rank one rune warrior—an initiate.

Many people solicited them, but Amarok stayed in the soothing garden, not stepping out no matter the person who came. Many started gossiping. They felt he had become arrogant since he discovered a tomb with his friends. The attention had made him complacent, and he wasn't worthy of all that attention. So many important figures came, but he didn't bother to meet them. Many of these rumors were started by Kleid, who was frustrated. He himself had never received such attention. How could a peasant become more famous than him in a single day? The whole past days, he was in a very bad mood.

Kinty had disappeared from Alden, and no one had seen him since. He simply said he needed to think and vanished.

Silvia and Lyra also received a lot of attention. The two beautiful ladies were the center of discussion among many youths and young nobles who had arrived at Alden. Lyra was confined to the manor occupied by the Frostmoor clan. She did not acknowledge any guests, and no one could blame her or question her. The Frostmoor clan wasn't a force they could handle.

Many also started comparing the beautiful girls. Some said Lyra was more beautiful, others said Silvia was more intelligent. Most of the comments were positive, but many had varied reactions. Some would some times mention Mist; she was very beautiful and skilled. What's more, she was the sole student under the Arcana elder Calder.

Amarok sat on a boulder facing the vast ocean. The waves crashed into the side, the continuous movement causing a rhythmic sound to echo.

Amarok inhaled, the cold breeze caressing his nose. His body slightly trembled. The sound was appeasing. Holding wisdom in his hands, he felt peaceful as if there was nothing else in the world.