ONLINE: Blades of Eternity-Chapter 241: SELF REFLECTION

It was the eve to the second phase of the battle convention and the wind howled softly against the rooftop of the Pavilion, carrying with it the distant echoes of laughter and celebration from the bustling city below. The moon, a silver guardian in the sky, bathed the night in its cold glow, casting long shadows over Valoria.

Kaelen Dragonyx stood alone, his hands resting on the hilt of his disguised Blade of Eternity as he gazed out over the horizon. His bright blue eyes, usually sharp with confidence, held a rare stillness, lost in the depths of his own thoughts.

And what lies right in front of him is his stats inwhich he hasn’t checked for quite some time now.

Kaelen’s Stats and Overview

Name: Kaelen

Level: 52

Title: Swordsman of Eternity

Class: Blademaster

Current Weapon: Blade of Eternity

Armor: Armor of the Eternal Guardian (Fully Unlocked)

Affiliation: Internal student of the Pacesetters Academy

Stats:

HP:150,000/150,000

Mana: 90,000/90,000

Strength: 200

Agility:190

Intelligence:110

Dexterity:125

Charm:100

Luck:85

Free points available: 35

Abilities:

Eternal Blade Arts (Intermediate)

Sword Dimension Understanding (Intermediate)

Divine Sword Move (Unlocked but unstable)

Aura of Eternity (Increased resonance with Blade of Eternity [Level3])

Combat Instinct (Enhanced through battle [Basic stage])

Mana Manipulation (Intermediate stage])

Formless Swordplay (Intermediate stage)

Techniques:

Sword Rain: Level 20

Sword Arc: Level 23

Sword Furry: Level 15

Thousand-fold Slash: Level 7

Sword Constellation: Level 5

Current Status:

Recovery ongoing, but combat readiness restored.

While involuntarily staring at the screen right in front of him, His mind suddenly drifted all the way back to Eldoria.

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It had been a long road—one filled with mockery, hatred, and relentless struggle. The number one hated student of Pacesetters Academy had become one of the most talked-about swordsmen in the entire Human Territory. The very people who scorned him now whispered his name in admiration or fear. But to Kaelen, it wasn’t enough.

’Strength...’ he clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. ’Power... It’s still not enough.’

The past loomed over him like a phantom. The burning memories of his parents’ deaths, the cold, twisted smiles of the Dragonyx family, the feeling of helplessness that had carved itself into his soul—those wounds still bled.

He exhaled sharply, his grip tightening around his sword.

"I swear…" His voice was low but carried an unyielding fury. "I will bring the Dragonyx family to extinction. Every last one of them."

The weight of his vow settled in his chest, but there was more—more than just vengeance. His gaze softened slightly as images flickered through his mind: Lila, the Ice cold genius who he always holds closest to his heart; Morris, the steadfast friend who stood beside him; Ethan, the cunning strategist who made every duel unpredictable; Guinevere, the prodigious fire mage whose passion was undeniable; Sofia, whose quiet strength held its own; and Eldric, the lightning swordsman who, despite everything, still carried the heart of a warrior. Enjoy more content from novelbuddy

Kaelen closed his eyes briefly. He wasn’t alone anymore. And if he truly wanted to protect them—if he wanted to make sure no one he cared about suffered the way he had—then he couldn’t stop here.

He lifted his head, his resolve like tempered steel.

"I will become the strongest swordsman in this world," he declared to the night. "And no one—no one—will take away what’s mine ever again."

As if in response, a strong gust of wind blew past him, carrying his words into the endless sky.

But unbeknownst to Kaelen, Aether floated high above Valoria, his aura completely concealed as he observed Kaelen, who stood silently at the rooftop of the Soaring Dragons Pavilion. The young swordsman seemed lost in thought, taking in the vast cityscape below, unaware of the hidden eyes watching him from the heavens.

However, just as Aether was about to shift his focus, a sudden, almost imperceptible ripple brushed against his senses. A sinister energy, vile and unfamiliar, lingered in the distance like a creeping shadow. His golden eyes narrowed. ’What is that?’

Without hesitation, he vanished in a flash, reappearing atop another building near the source of the disturbance. What he saw made his usually indifferent expression twist slightly.

A massive ball of utter darkness hovered ominously above one of the grand structures belonging to Valen Military Academy. It pulsated slowly, its edges shifting like a living void, consuming even the ambient light around it. Below the building, a considerable number of people had gathered, whispering anxiously amongst themselves.

Aether’s mind quickly went to work, assessing the situation. ’This isn’t ordinary darkness magic... It’s something more. Something unnatural.’

Instead of acting immediately, he chose to eavesdrop on the murmuring crowd below, his enhanced senses easily picking up their conversation.

"Is it really Kelvin Bowel’s doing this?" one voice questioned in disbelief.

"It has to be! He was seen entering the building earlier, and ever since, that darkness has been growing!" another responded.

"But how?! I thought he was a melee practitioner, not a mage!"

"Whatever it is, it’s dangerous... Look at how it keeps expanding. At this rate—"

Aether tuned them out as his gaze returned to the abyssal sphere. ’So this is Kelvin’s doing... but why?’

His curiosity deepened, and for the first time in a long while, Aether felt something stir within him—an urge to uncover the truth.

Meanwhile, Inside the ever-expanding abyss of darkness, Kelvin sat cross-legged, his body trembling under the overwhelming force radiating from the Orb of Chaos floating before him. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, vanishing into the void as he clenched his fists, his breathing ragged but steady. The resonance between him and the Orb had reached a depth he never imagined, burrowing into his very essence, twisting his soul into something far beyond human.

Pain lanced through his veins, searing every nerve like liquid fire. The chaos was consuming him, reshaping him into something greater—something darker. But he welcomed it. He needed it.

His fingers dug into his palms as a single thought anchored him amidst the torment: Revenge.

In his mind’s eye, the face of the First Magi appeared, shrouded in the same arrogance as the day he laid his eyes on him at the grand opening of the battle convention. He could still remember that day when his world shattered as he discovered that his sister is taken away from him, when his purpose was reforged in hatred and despair. He gritted his teeth, his pupils contracting as his aura darkened even further.

"No matter what it takes…" Kelvin swore, his voice echoing within the void. "No matter the cost, I will have my vengeance."

The Orb of Chaos pulsed, responding to his resolve. The shadows around him thickened, twisting, forming tendrils that lashed violently as if the abyss itself acknowledged his wrath.

Kelvin exhaled, his body still shaking, but his mind was clearer than ever. The world would soon bear witness to his fury.

Meanwhile, at another region in Valoria kingdom. Under the serene glow of the moon, Kent Harrow stood in the courtyard of the Soaring Dragons Pavilion reserved for the Dawning of Magic Academy. Elemental energies swirled around him in a mesmerizing dance—flames crackled at his fingertips, streams of water coiled around his arms, and the air itself trembled with his presence. Seven distinct elements moved in harmony, bending to his will, forming intricate patterns that pulsed with raw, untamed power.

Not far from him, Rafaela sat cross-legged on a stone pedestal, her glitering silver hair illuminated by the moonlight as she immersed herself in deep meditation. The celestial energy of the Lunar Magic she wielded resonated with the night, forming a delicate yet potent aura around her. Her eyes, though closed, occasionally flickered with interest toward Kent, acknowledging the display of his mastery over multiple elements.

As Kent manipulated the elements with precise control, his thoughts wandered to the battles unfolding in the convention. His mind settled on one name—Kelvin Bowel, the so-called Dark Scythe Reaper of Valen Military Academy. His ominous aura and ruthless fighting style had caught Kent’s attention. A smirk formed on Kent’s lips.

"So, he’s supposed to be the strongest melee practitioner here?" he mused, conjuring a spear of lightning in one hand while dispersing a wall of earth with the other. "Interesting. But not unbeatable."

Then, another name surfaced in his mind—Kaelen Dragonyx. The Pacesetters’ rising star, the one whose talent was spoken of in hushed whispers. Kent’s smirk widened.

"Two stepping stones. Two challenges worth my time," he thought, his confidence unwavering. "This tournament is about to become far more enjoyable."

Rafaela, sensing the shift in his mood, finally opened her eyes and glanced at him. "You’re thinking about them, aren’t you?" she asked, her voice soft yet perceptive.

Kent chuckled, dissipating the swirling elements around him. "Of course. What’s a battle convention without a real challenge?" He then clenched his fist, his eyes gleaming with determination.

"Kaelen… Kelvin… Let’s see if either of you can make me go all out."