themonasnovels Chapter 1285 Blade of Wrath
Chapter 1285 Blade of Wrath
Chapter 1285 Blade of Wrath
Ascending the mountain was a little trickier than Arthur had anticipated. He wanted to be civil about his entrance, to at least negotiate Rain's fate. After entering the Uncharted Lands, he became aware of her existence atop the mountain, although his rune did not allow him to communicate with her. The fog had unique qualities of its own, as Arthur could not find the direction to ascend the mountain. However, the fog seemed to disperse once he used his lightning to navigate, albeit in a small radius, but just enough to tell him where to go.
Thus, his journey began toward the mountain top, which took another precious hour, but was necessary to avoid conflict with the clan. Arthur concluded that this place was his hometown, or something of the sort. Even from here, he could feel the wrath condensed atop the black mountain.
This black mountain served as a cradle for the wrathful souls, nurturing them and even bringing out the best in them. Although he was usually mistaken for his powers being evil due to the souls' wrath, his powers were anything but. Much like this mountain, Arthur was a medium for the wrath to find an outlet.
Karma might not be tangible, not even spiritual, but it did exist in a sense. Those who caused injustice would leave souls demanding that justice be obtained. Arthur was the one to rectify what the world had done to them. However, one should not assume that Arthur himself did not leave a few wrathful souls of his own. 'Few' being an understatement.
Arthur saw the mountain top in the distance while he still entertained such ideas. After all, he needed to think about wrath as something of a double-edged sword. Souls that had indeed been met with injustice were abundant, but the same could be said for souls that merely existed as a consequence of their own actions.
For example, a certain village was eradicated from history by powerful entities. Arthur met the villagers who sought justice for their fate. The story turned out to be, when questioned, quite different from what Arthur had expected. The village itself had sacrificed its own to obtain the favor of a higher being. T/his chapter is updated by
In the end, Arthur turned them down. Their wrath still existed in his kingdom, but Arthur would not seek their justice, for he would have done the same to punish them. This was to prove that Arthur was not obliged to follow his souls' whims and wishes, and he could just choose the side he believed was right.
But in the same sense, this made the Kingdom of Wrath not exclusive to him. At least, not the one he ruled. Most souls in his kingdom listened to him, letting it act as a vault for the souls that Arthur had contracted. But wrathful souls had other places to inhabit, like this mountain, which was flowing with them.
"Who goes there?!" roared a voice from a distance, a little too enraged for Arthur's tastes. He wanted to be civil, he reminded himself, as he raised his hands to appease the other party, who stood atop the gates of the fortress.
"My name is Arthur Netherborne," he did not hide himself, not anymore, and not in this place. "I came here to save my friends. I received a signal from this place."
"Your grandfather demanded that we hand over our techniques to you, his grandson, the self-proclaimed King of Wrath." The woman now had an edge to her voice, and Arthur could see her smirking at him in a threatening manner. "Are you aware of it?"
"I am, without the tiniest bit of doubt, the King of Wrath," he declared again with a provocative smile. "As for your techniques, you can keep them. I am doing just fine alone."
"Let's put that to the test," said the woman as she pulled out her sword. Arthur saw them to be slightly curved, slim and agile, reminding him of weapons only seen in ancient artifacts called Katanas. "If you survive even for one minute against me, I will declare you as the King of Wrath."
"Survival is easy," answered Arthur with a frown. "Not killing you will be the hardest part."
"Arrogant!" shouted the woman with a grin as she jumped forward, unleashing a flurry of slashes each bursting with black lightning. Arthur stood there with his hands down, unresponsive to her storm of wrath.
The woman continued her attacks, approaching him. Arthur sighed and took out his dagger, letting it unleash a cry of wrath that dispelled the lightning. The woman seemed surprised and jumped back, staring at Arthur with widened eyes.
"That weapon...!" A flash of realization appeared on the woman's face as she stared at his weapon, putting a momentary halt to her attacks. "How did you obtain that weapon?"
"A friend gave it to me," answered Arthur with a little smile. "Do you recognize it for what it is?"
"Blade of Wrath, Nightmare," answered the woman with a frown as she glared at him. "Our clan has been searching for it for countless years. A guild once obtained it in the Yalveran Union, before it disappeared in recent years."
Arthur was confused for three good seconds, but then realized what had happened. His father was the one to steal this blade and give it to Seref to reward him with it during the Red Tower. That makes this dagger the item that caused his family to be labeled as thieves.
"I obtained it as the rightful owner and inheritor of Ragnar," Arthur answered her with a smile. "Come again and try to test me." The woman stood silent with her swords brandished, black lightning covering them. Arthur has managed to provoke her.