Chapter 239


    In the deep of night, silence reigned, and the fortress stood on high alert.


    Lucan and his twopanionsy in hiding, each at a different point around the fortress. At the


    same moment, they began to recite an incantation, a chant obtained from the Chained Spirit, one


    capable of awakening the Immortal Edge.


    Their voices, deep and resonant, carried the magic through the air, drifting through the fortress


    halls. The sound was soft and eerie, at times like the chirping of night insects, at others like a low


    whisper, gradually enveloping the entire fortress.


    Within a hidden chamber, the old Lord Lanard stood vigil over the de known as the “Immortal


    Edge,” anxiously awaiting news from Lawren and fearing their ns had gone awry.


    Though eight years had passed, the Cobalt Strike''s treatment of Stormcast suggested their fury


    from years past had not abated. Should the sword resurface, Cobalt Strike would surely unleash a


    maelstrom of blood and vengeance, and the Rocke family would not escape ruin.


    Did Lanard regret the day he seized the ancient de? Not in the slightest. In this world, the strong


    ruled supreme, and without risking the climb, how could one reach the heights of power?


    Were he to choose again, he would make the same decision without hesitation.


    Lanard counted the days on his fingers. "Seven days with no word – what in the zes are they


    doing?!"


    Suddenly, a series of faint sounds drifted into the chamber, echoing long within the confines of the


    room. Lanard slowly rose, puzzled by the noise. He preferred silence and had strictly forbidden any


    disturbance at night, but this sound was most peculiar.


    As he moved to push open the stone door of his chamber, the Immortal Edge behind him erupted


    with a ngor-like shing steel sound, sending a wave of force reverberating through the confined


    space.


    Lanard''s spirit lifted as a thrill of surprise showed on his face. Had the sword awakened?


    The Immortal Edge, which had been silent for over eight years, began to rise. Its ancient runes


    glowed on the de''s surface, growing brighter and casting strange shadows in the chamber, like


    figures encircling the ancient sword, mysterious and venerable, filling the room with an air of


    deste antiquity.


    "It''s awake! The sword has finally awakened!" Lanard eximed, moving toward it with joy.


    But then, with a ng, the Immortal Edge suddenly unleashed a fearsome surge of sword''s energy.


    The projected figures all looked up, arms raised high as though issuing a thunderous call. The


    chamber shook violently, cracks webbing across the floor and walls as the light grew blinding and


    the sword''s energy terrifying.


    Lanard''s expression shifted, realizing the danger. If the sword''s energy became too great, would it


    not rm the entire city?


    As he moved to contain it, the Immortal Edge shot skyward, shattering the chamber ceiling and


    soaring toward the heavens. Suspended amidst the clouds, it shone like a second sun, its piercing


    light and intense sword''s energy churning into a hurricane of des that roared through the night,


    shredding clouds and dimming the stars in a stunning disy.


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    The Immortal Edge''s projected shadows grewrger, with eighteen towering figures appearing


    throughout the city. They resembled ancient statues – massive and touching the heavens, some


    d in battle armor with auras that pierced the sky, others in regal robesmanding respect, and


    others still brandishing great hammers and roaring across thend.


    Eighteen figures, each with divine presence and unique splendor, a sight of wonder!


    The sudden spectacle roused the slumbering Golden Scorch, awakening nearly a million souls.


    Endless sword''s energy rained down, apanied by ancient and authoritative cries. "What is


    that?" the people wondered aloud, mouths agape as they gazed at the night sky and the colossal


    shadows in the distance.


    "Damnation!" Lanard cursed, desperate. But how would he retrieve the Immortal Edge, hanging


    hundreds of meters in the air?


    Lucan and hisrades were stunned by the unexpected scene, having only intended to guide the


    sword with their chant, not foreseeing such a disy. “Retreat!” The trio decided to withdraw, and as


    the city’s gaze remained fixed on the high spectacle, they sessfully escaped Golden Scorch.


    “Withdraw!” Together, they recited the incantation once more.


    The Immortal Edge’s towering sword''s energy suddenly copsed, and the dazzling light vanished


    abruptly. The violent energy storm, now uncontrolled,shed out across thend, enveloping the


    ancient city as the eighteen shadows dissipated.