The Game's Extra: Azhriel Odyssey-Chapter 127: To The Brink-6
The black spirit clicked on the round device in his hand. It glowed faintly as magic circuits lit up — a long-distance communication tool powered by magitech.
A soft hum filled the room before a blue light flickered in the air, forming a projection. The connection was made almost instantly.
"Oh my," the spirit sneered, a crooked grin spreading across his face. "The king picked up quite fast. Seems someone’s impatient."
The projection brightened, revealing the image of the Elven King. His face was filled with fury, his emerald eyes blazing with killing intent and worry for his child.
Behind him, three others sat — two women and one man — all wearing sad expressions.
"You bastards!" the king roared. "Where is my son?!"
The spirit chuckled darkly. "Now, now, dear king," he said, floating lazily to the side. "Watch your tongue. It would be a shame if your precious boy... met an accident."
He moved aside, revealing the bloodied and bruised form of the elven prince lying on the ground.
For a moment, silence filled the call. The king’s eyes widened, disbelief freezing him. The two women gasped, covering their mouths, while the man’s jaw clenched tightly.
"You monsters!" the king’s voice thundered.
The air around him cracked as his mana flared. In his palace, guards and servants fell to their knees, crushed by the sheer force of his rage. The castle walls themselves trembled.
But before his anger could fully erupt—
Shing!
"Shut up," the spirit said coldly, extending his claws toward the prince’s neck.
The king froze instantly, like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
"Good," the spirit said with a smirk. "Now stop your royal tantrum and listen. Do as we say... or your son dies here."
The monk beside him stayed silent, muttering a low chant under his breath — his tone calm, almost detached.
The king’s breathing was heavy, but he forced himself to speak. "...What do you want?"
"That’s better," the spirit grinned, his sharp teeth glinting under the faint blue light. "Now we’re finally having a proper conversation."
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On the road to Mosseira, the carriage raced through the forest path, its wheels slicing through mud and gravel faster than they should.
The horses snorted, their hooves pounding against the earth as if they too sensed the urgency.
Inside the carriage sat a man — not just anyone, but an elf of royal blood. The First Prince of the Elves, Karaven, his expression tense as his fingers drummed restlessly on his knee.
A faint crease marked his forehead, his usually calm demeanor replaced with visible worry.
"Your Highness, please calm down," said the knight seated beside him.
His name was Ariel, the prince’s closest friend and most trusted guard. "We’re almost at Mosseira. It won’t take long before we find the Second Prince."
Karaven exhaled sharply, his golden eyes filled with unease. "How can I calm down, Ariel? My brother is in danger... and I can’t do anything but sit here."
"I understand," Ariel said softly. "But being restless won’t help him. We need you steady, Your Highness. Remember this is the reason we didn’t bring the princess along. She wanted to come, but we couldn’t risk her safety too."
Karaven sighed, closing his eyes for a brief moment. "...You’re right. I’m sorry for losing my composure."
Ariel smirked lightly. "Don’t be. I’ve seen worse sides of you."
Karaven raised an eyebrow. "Is that supposed to make me feel better or worse?"
"Whichever way you take it," Ariel replied.
Before Karaven could respond, a sudden vibration caught Ariel’s attention.
He quickly reached into his cloak and pulled out a small crystal artifact. The faintly glowing orb in his hand had begun to blink — not in blue, but in red.
Ariel’s eyes widened. "Huh? Prince... am I seeing this right?" 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
Karaven leaned forward instantly, his expression turning sharp. " No no, i see it too. Quickly activate it."
The red glow pulsed faster, filling the carriage with flashes of light.
It was the link artifact—a magical device connected directly to the younger prince’s necklace. And right now... it was sending out a distress signal.
However as soon as it came it was gone, but it still gave them something too valueable the prince’s location.
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And then chaos swallowed the street.
Kerip moved like a storm.
Lightning spilled from his gauntlets, cracking wildly in the air. His feet like thunder, as he lunged — fast as a blade of night. The world bent around him: a buzz in the ears, a smell of ozone, the lamps above sputtering as he passed.
Azhriel met him calmly, his breath steady, body still in ache from the earlier hurt.
Spatial Awareness hummed in his head, sharpening everything into slow motion. He could see the flicker of muscle, the tiny lean of weight.
He almost felt like he could read the next heartbeat before it happened.
Kerip’s fist smashed down. Azhriel instantly raised his sword to meet it, frost ringing on the edge.
The clash sounded like a bomb exploding as sparks flew. The force shoved Azhriel back, boots skidding on splintered wood and stone.
Pain flared in his arms, but his eyes were steady.
Kerip grinned, a cruel and bright smile marking his face like a wild beast. He planted both feet on the ground and exploded forward, lightning coiling outward in a living net.
A small wind rolled through the street, knocking dust and loose tiles into the air. He swung the gauntlets in a wide arc — every strike a aiming to be a thunderclap.
Azhriel did not flinch.
He moved with the Switches, like a shadow slipping between places.
One moment he was at Kerip’s left; the next he blinked to the right, then above — switching with shards of ice hurled or spears firing toward the enemy.
However as unrelenting as the demon was almost nothing seemed to work, unlike before this time he also dodged this time.
While every second Azhriel was getting backlash from using Spatial Awareness to an extreme extent. His head buzzed with pain however it wasn’t enough to break his rhythm.
After all, he was the one who had endured Solas extreme Endurance Training.
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