My Shard Bearer System - Elias's Legacy-Chapter 181: Deaf Ears

His flare Ikona hovered close — a dull, steady pulse of red just behind his shoulder.

He didn’t speak often.

But now, under the monitors’ glare and the coiled silence pressing down on the arena, his voice finally came.

"He’ll fight for us," Wes said quietly.

"Even now."

The words weren’t loud. But they cut through the air like an ember in dry brush. Elias heard them. Felt them. Just enough to anchor his feet in the gravel.

All around, the silence broke.

Not fully. Not all at once.

But the Shard Users on the upper platforms had begun to shift — turning, leaning, exchanging low words behind raised hands.

Murmurs.

Sharp and soft.

Speculation, dread, and that growing, hungering pull for violence.

No cheers. No shouts.

Just the quiet sound of people watching a story close its jaws.

The arena took it all in. Like it was breathing with them now.

Elias could feel it in the floor. In his spine.

Then came the Crafter.

He raised his microphone slowly, turning toward the center with that same jagged grin.

His teeth flashed white in the red glow.

The twin lenses of his glasses flared — red and blue — a signal, a warning, a countdown.

He lifted the mic to his mouth, pausing just long enough to let the moment tighten one last time.

Then:

"Begin!"

His voice slammed through the arena like a hammer on steel.

The floor lit up — golden light erupting in a ripple that tore through the seams beneath Elias’s feet.

Kikaru moved first.

One heartbeat she was still — a living statue of gold and fire — and the next she was a blur.

Light flared behind her, sharp enough to burn the air, as her Ikona pulsed once, casting jagged shadows across the gravel.

A spear of plasma-light bloomed in her hand — long, elegant, deadly — its tip glowing white-hot.

The heat rolled outward in a wave, warping the space between them, making the torchlight along the arena walls flicker like dying stars.

Kikaru lunged without hesitation, spear slicing through the thick air in a golden arc aimed straight for Elias’s chest.

"You don’t get to walk away!" she shouted, her voice raw, not with rage — but with something heavier. Something final.

The heat struck first — a wall of pressure slamming into Elias’s senses — then the light, blinding, searing.

He moved without thinking.

Gravel exploded under his boots as he twisted to the side, barely clearing the thrust.

The spear’s tip grazed past, close enough that the air across his ribs burned from the heat.

Elias hit the sand hard, rolling across the ground, shoulder scraping against sharp bits of stone hidden beneath the surface.

"Dot—shield!" he barked, the words tearing loose as instinct overrode thought.

At his call, Dot flared brighter, her blue glow surging outward with a sharp, humming pulse.

The system responded — not as a pop-up, not as text, but as power snapping into place along his body.

Energy crystallized at his side, swirling into form.

A barrier slammed into existence just as Kikaru pivoted, her spear already wheeling around for a second strike.

The shield that materialized wasn’t the flimsy scrap he’d conjured in training.

This was thicker.

Heavier.

Reinforced by the upgrades Dot had fought to reach.

Steel layered with condensed energy plating gleamed under the arena lights, a faint, steady blue shine running along its surface like veins under skin.

Kikaru’s spear slammed into the barrier with a crack of sound sharp enough to split the air.

Sparks exploded outward — a violent shower of gold and silver — painting the arena floor in flashing bursts of light.

The shield shuddered under the impact, energy lines flaring brighter for a moment as Dot’s enhancements kicked in, stabilizing the construct.

But the force of the blow was brutal.

Elias grunted as he was thrown backward, boots dragging twin trenches through the gravel.

His arms rattled under the impact, muscles locking painfully to keep the shield between himself and the spear.

His boots slid until he finally caught himself, barely managing to stay upright, the shield’s edge skimming across the sand with a low, metallic groan.

He could already feel the tremble in his elbows, the ache starting in his shoulders.

Kikaru didn’t slow.

Her eye burned under the golden haze of Light’s energy, and her next strike was already gathering force.

Kikaru didn’t stop.

Even as the first blow echoed across the arena, even as the gravel at their feet still smoldered from the impact, she moved again — faster, sharper.

Light pulsed harder around her, flaring gold, and in an instant, a second spear snapped into existence in her hands.

The heat off it curled the air into shimmering waves, the energy crackling along its shaft in erratic pulses.

Her form wavered for a heartbeat — bending, splitting — as Refraction Control warped the light around her body.

A faint distortion rippled across her silhouette, a blur sharp enough to strain Elias’s eyes, forcing his perception to stretch, to guess, to lose fractions of seconds he couldn’t afford.

"You think a wall will save you?" Kikaru snarled.

Her voice cracked — not with rage, but with something rawer.

Betrayal sharpened into a weapon.

The second spear flashed forward from a new angle — not straight at his chest this time, but a cutting arc aimed higher, slicing toward his shoulder.

A strike not to kill.

To wound.

To punish.

To make him feel it.

Golden energy crackled along the weapon’s length, the charge so dense it hissed against the air.

Elias gritted his teeth and shoved the shield up again, intercepting the strike.

The spear slammed into the steel with a brutal clang.

The impact blasted up his arms, rattling through the thin margins of strength he still had.

He staggered a step backward, boots sliding across the gravel, barely catching himself before he could fall.

Cracks spiderwebbed across the face of the shield — fine lines at first, then deeper fractures that split the blue energy reinforcement into veins of light.

The reinforced conjuration was holding — but only just.

Elias’s arms shook under the weight of it, muscles screaming, the shield feeling heavier by the second.

"Kikaru, listen—!" he shouted, voice hoarse from the smoke and the dust and the sharpness of everything collapsing around him.

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