Aether Chronicles: Birth Of A Legend-Chapter 79: His Aura Says Different?

While Raegar faced off against the enemy general outside the town of Greenfield, an old friend of the Blackwoods rushed toward the wall when hearing the rumors of the siege being lifted by a single warrior attacking the Korrvethian army from the rear.

''What madness is happening!'' Elara Crowhurst muttered as she arrived at the wall and saw a scene that amazed her.

Someone wearing a white mask and wild-looking armor was fighting with the Korrvethian general and holding his own as he moved so fast and hit even harder, causing the Tier Two enemy to go on the defensive.

The Dawnfirian soldiers were cheering on the warrior fighting for them. Elara watched closely as the warrior wielded two daggers and moved so fast that he was a blur but it was the strikes that caught her eye.

'Powerful but the aura coming off him is only Tier One!' she thought with panic. 'Why is he fighting a enemy nearly two tiers above you!'

To her, their ally seemed unfazed, clashing with the general in a furious dance of steel. The two traded blows, but the enemy's wild swings sliced only air as the newcomer's agility outmatched him.

His daggers flashed, slipping between the gaps in the general's armor, drawing crimson streams with every precise strike. The sight ignited something fierce within her. A spark flared in her mind, and she thought in shock and horror. 'It's you! Raegar Blackwood!'

By all rights, Elara knew he was armed only with his twin daggers and clad in battered leather armor, he should have been a smear beneath the general's foot. Yet, he wasn't. Her heart thundered as she watched him move, a blur of defiance against the impossible.

The demon's blade crashed down, shattering the ground where he had stood a heartbeat before. He rolled aside, dust exploding around him, then sprang up, daggers flashing like fangs of starlight.

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With a daring leap, he latched onto the general's leg as it swiped at him with claws that could rend mountains. The air crackled with heat and fury, but Raegar's blades found the enemy's joints, sinking deep into the gaps where fire met flesh.

The demon howled, staggering as she watched him vault higher, clinging to its spiked shoulder. Its massive arm swung wildly, missing him by inches as he twisted midair, landing a vicious slash across its red eye.

Elara got excited as the beast reeled, blinded on one side, and her pulse surged with a wild, electric thrill while muttering in pure shock. ''He shouldn't have a chance, yet here he was, not just surviving, but winning.''

''Who's winning little sis?'' Ranthor asked from behind as the Silverspear Guild was hired by the empire to guard Greenfield from bandits and the Korrvethian raids.

She looked at the giant tiger man before replying in a worried voice. ''Raegar's fighting the enemy general but he's getting surrounded by the surviving demons.''

When Ranthor heard this, his head snapped toward the fight, only for his green eyes to go wide. ''Little Blackwood? How has he change in what? Half a year?'' he questioned.

''I don't know but he was in Bloodfang Forest as the war kicked off,'' she replied just as Raegar cast several spells at the general to push the enemy back. ''Maybe he reached Tier Two but his aura says different?''

The tiger-man gave a curt nod, his eyes fixed on the ongoing clash, a spectacle that held them all in its grip. But Elara's mind raced beyond the moment, snapping to a bold plan as the demons closed in around him.

Her tail straightened as her ears perked up before she spoke with unshakable resolve. ''We need to rally volunteers to head out there and back Raegar up before the enemy overwhelms him.''

When Ranthor heard this he nodded while glancing at the surviving soldiers that circled the young boy. ''They are distracted, we can hit them from behind and overwhelm them but it depends on if the boy can defeat the general.''

''You're right, I wonder why he's wearing a mask now?'' she muttered in concern.

Her brother looked at her with a knowing smile before teasing. ''Looks like someone has a crush on Little Blackwood, do you think Alaric or Victoria will let him marry a woman their age?''

Elara's head snapped towards Ranthor as she quickly rejected such an idea. ''Don't be silly, he's more than half my age and will be surrounded by young women. He doesn't need an old tiger woman who gets moody all the time.''

Following that, she rushed off to prepare to join the battle as Raegar was fighting the demon general who started getting angry. He gripped his blades tighter as the enemy's power surged to Tier Three thanks to a skill.

'What the hell!' he mused as he crouched low. 'Let's hit the man's legs to bring it down.'

Moments later, Raegar cast Hydra Blades and made them from plasma that would burn the demon general whenever it touched. He looked up just in time to see the opponent rushing toward him.

Without waiting, he threw the blades that sliced through the air, forcing the enemy to raise his greatsword to defend but they quickly changed course and sliced through the man's calf muscle.

Blood soaked the earth, pooling beneath the general as he unleashed a guttural, pain-laced roar. The Aether weapons sliced through his armor like it was parchment, their edges slowing his hulking frame.

A fierce grin split his face at the sight of his successful attacks. Moments later, he channeled his energy into his feet and surged forward in a blinding dash, a streak of raw power that left the enemy reeling in shock, too slow to counter the storm bearing down on him.

Raegar darted in low, his blades slashing at the demon general's sinewy legs, weaving through its frenzied counterstrikes with feral grace. A wild chuckle escaped him as he skidded beneath a vicious swing, the air hissing in its wake.

Seconds later, he unleashed a dozen Stormfire Bullets that slammed into the demon's form, scorching its flesh. The damage mounted fast, each hit stacking. The enemy faltered, its movements sluggish thanks to all the injuries.

When seeing this, he thought with a tired smile. 'This fight is nearly over!'

He backed off as the greatsword slammed into the ground, sending a dust cloud shooting into the air. Before the enemy could react, he went to attack, but sudden fatigue hit his entire body, forcing him to check on his pools.

Raegar sighed when realizing he was running on fumes as his Aether was low but he clenched his jaw and pressed on, resolve burning hotter than the exhaustion. With a surge of will, he commanded the Hydra Blades to strike the demon general again and again.

Sparks flew as they tore the general's armor apart, causing sparks to fly everywhere, allowing him to move in close and strike, but anything he did was useless as the enemy started blocking every attack.

Following this, he gritted his teeth and cast his special ability. 'Fusion Overdrive!'

Aether flowed into his body and this time he wasn't as injured with his muscles ripping, forcing pain to rush through his body. He ignored this before dashing forward so fast it caused a boom to echo out.

Raegar moved in close after dismissing the Hydra Blades as he started attacking the demon general and tore it apart as earth Aether covered his daggers helping him to carve through the enemy's body.

The general couldn't do anything to react and only defended what attacks it could as he quickly used Flash Step to appear above the demon before falling and impaling his dagger through the man's eyes.

Raegar felt the general quake beneath his final blow, the monstrous form crashing to the blood-soaked earth with a shudder. But before he could catch his breath, a swarm of soldiers surged toward him, a tidal wave of steel and snarls.

'If I'm going to fall, then fall forward. Keep moving, no matter what!' he urged himself on as he became a whirlwind of death.

He met them head-on, blades flashing as he parried dozens of strikes and cut down even more, bodies piling at his feet. Yet their numbers swelled beyond reason, an endless tide wearing him down.

Fusion Overdrive roared through his veins, but the relentless swarm of demons clawed at him from every angle, their blades etching fresh scars across his battered frame. His speed, once an advantage, faltered under the onslaught.

The world tilted, his vision spinning, when a horn's piercing wail cleaved through the chaos, a lifeline in the storm threatening to swallow him whole. Moments later, Raegar spotted a familiar face fight through the crowd heading in his direction.

''Ranthor!'' he exclaimed before using the last of his Aether to cast Lightningfire Blast into the enemies.

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