My Shard Bearer System - Elias's Legacy-Chapter 186: Mid Fight

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Chapter 186: Mid Fight

Her Ikona pulsed behind her—bright, but uneven. The light skipped once. Then again. The glow that had once surged with perfect rhythm now twitched off-beat, syncing with her ragged breathing.

Beneath them, the arena veins brightened.

A pulse traveled through the floor, strong enough that the sand kicked up around Elias’s boots. The ground under him changed texture—slightly firmer, subtly wrong. It took him half a second to realize the arena had shifted weight again.

Not pressure this time. Not challenge. Intent. Like the system knew they were close to something final and wanted to drag it out.

Across from him, Kikaru’s plasma spear began to reform. But the shape wavered.

It wasn’t clean anymore. The edges jittered—strands of energy overextending past the shaft, then curling back like exposed wire. Her control was slipping, but she kept trying to force it into shape. Her arm trembled from the effort.

He adjusted his grip on the rod and exhaled once through his nose.

He didn’t want to break her.

He just needed her to stop.

"Dot," he muttered under his breath. "No more weapons. I need a countermeasure. Built for her."

She pulsed beside him. No hesitation. Dot understood what he meant.

Metal spun into place—fast and clean. Instead of a dome or wall, the structure took a flattened, skeletal shape. Two interlocking rings hovered in front of him, each lined with mirrored plates at perfect angles. At the center: a rotating core. No wires. No filaments. Just anchors—designed to absorb radiant heat and split incoming beams on contact.

It wasn’t meant to hold her.

It was meant to take her light and break it apart—force it into collision with itself. Plasma constructs needed continuous focus to hold form. Refraction Control amplified her false images using directional radiation. This trap targeted both. It turned her core technique against itself.

He tossed it.

The construct landed flat and snapped outward like a caltrop, spinning once before locking into position under her.

She barely had time to react.

A flash of plasma burst from her hand—but the construct activated mid-pulse. The mirrors caught the flare and redirected it upward, where the secondary ring bent the energy back inward in a precise arc. The beam looped mid-air—twice—and canceled itself in a burst of white flash.

The backlash knocked Kikaru back half a step. Her spear blinked out completely.

She stared at the trap under her boots. At the mirrored array now glowing faintly from stored heat.

And this time, she didn’t say anything right away.

No confusion.

Just a slow, steady breath.

Then: "You built that... just to shut me down."

Her voice hit flat. No emotion behind it. Just recognition.

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Her feet moved first—slow, steady. One heel pressed into the mirrored trap beneath her. The construct resisted, trembled under the pressure. She leaned forward. Her Ikona burned brighter behind her back, golden light bleeding from her spine to her arms in uneven pulses.

Her next step cracked the trap.

A mirrored plate snapped off at the edge, clattering to the side. The energy redirection lost its flow. Elias didn’t blink. She wasn’t testing it anymore. She was overriding it.

The wind shifted.

It came from nowhere—dry, hot, and rising. The sky overhead dimmed around the edges, a haze forming at the top of the dome as if heat itself were trying to burn a hole through it. Her Ikona flared again, not in bursts now but in long, sustained waves. Plasma dripped from her shoulders like molten gold.

Her voice didn’t rise.

"I’m done being countered."

Then she dropped her shield.

Not by choice—her Ikona ripped the energy from it, folding it into her core. The spear dissolved too, sucked back into the orbit forming around her. Six glowing bands circled her upper body, each spinning at a different angle, radiant constructs forming in tight rotation. Every few seconds, one sparked off and re-merged.

The sand at her feet baked black.

Elias stepped sideways, just enough to reposition. Blood soaked down his side, warm and slow, unnoticed now. Dot’s glow hovered near his shoulder, flickering harder than it had all fight.

"She’s shifting output forms," Dot said. Her voice buzzed low and tense beside his ear. "Standard reflection won’t work."

Elias didn’t answer. He could see it already.

Kikaru’s body was shifting under the weight of her power. Her arms hung loose at her sides, but the energy rising from her Ikona made her silhouette blur. Not from light distortion. From sheer heat. The air around her peeled like sun off desert stone. Her boots sank half an inch into the sand as the radiant pressure increased. Plasma circled her now in three wide bands—spinning, layered, building in speed.

No more constructs. No spear. This wasn’t an attack you shaped.

This was what happened when someone decided to detonate.

Elias clenched his jaw. He raised his hand slightly, enough for Dot to catch the signal. Her glow flickered behind him, and the mirrored structure on the ground snapped apart at the seams, segments rotating out and folding into new positions. The frame widened into a low V, plating itself in angled steel and reinforced mirrors. It didn’t close this time. It opened. Pointed forward. A channel.

Heat pressure surged again, higher this time.

"She’s going to burn through the entire field," Dot said. "You can’t block it. At this range—"

"I’m not blocking it," Elias said, blood still drying down the side of his neck. "I’m going to hold her still."

That got her attention. A pause. Then her glow pulsed once—sharp and affirming.

Kikaru shifted her foot forward.

Not fast. Not aggressive. Just one step down through the sand, and the orbital rings of plasma around her kicked into faster rotation. The glow around her eyes sharpened. Her lips were tight. Focused. Her whole stance was locked in.

She wasn’t trying to kill him out of rage.

She was executing the cleanest kill pattern she had left.

Elias lowered his stance.

Dot began stacking the last array — low plates angled at his chest, each one jittering slightly as the arena’s vein pulses distorted the geometry. The trap wasn’t finished, but there was no more time.

Kikaru moved.

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