The Devouring Knight-Chapter 362 - 361: Claim of the Storm

Meanwhile, at the heart of the storm, the real battle began.

Sigvar was the first to move. He let out a thunderous roar that echoed through the roaring winds as he charged forward, his greatsword crackling with lightning.

Vaenyra didn't move an inch. She stepped forward to meet him head-on.

When their blades clashed, the ground shook. Sparks burst from the impact, flashing through the rain like shards of light.

Sigvar's attacks came wild and heavy, each swing carrying the weight of a storm. He struck from every direction, right, left, above, below, never slowing, never holding back.

But Vaenyra met every blow with calm precision. Her steps were light despite the soaked ground, her sword flowing like water. She blocked when needed, sidestepped when she had to, moving as if she could already see where his next strike would land.

Sigvar laughed wildly, his voice mixing with the thunder around them.

"HAHAHA! You've got a warrior's fire! Be mine, Vaenyra! Together, we'll rule this world!"

For a moment, Vaenyra's calm expression didn't change. But then, her eyes darkened. Her brows drew low, and the air around her began to shift.

"You dare…" she whispered, her voice cold enough to cut through the storm itself.

The storm roared behind her, its winds twisting with her rising fury. She raised her sword high, lightning flashing across her blade as if the storm itself had heard her anger and answered her call.

Then, she brought her blade down.

The impact was like thunder itself. The ground split apart, and Sigvar was thrown across the battlefield. He crashed hard into the dirt, carving a deep crater where he landed.

"Don't insult me with such words!" Vaenyra shouted, her voice ringing through the storm.

Sigvar groaned but soon began to laugh again. He rose slowly from the crater, still grinning even as blood dripped down his chest. Lightning danced along his wounds, sealing them shut in seconds.

"Heh-your rage suits your beauty," he said, brushing the dust and blood from his armor. "Why so angry? Don't tell me some weak elf already claimed you. What man could tame a storm like you?"

She lowered her blade slightly, her sharp gaze meeting his.

"I have a future husband," she said softly, her lips curving into a faint smile.

Sigvar froze. His grin faded for the first time. That smile, it wasn't meant for him. And the realization made his pride twist into rage. His eyes darkened, and veins pulsed across his temple as fury boiled inside him.

"What did you say?!" he roared, lightning bursting around him like a storm gone mad. He charged forward, swinging his greatsword with feral strength. Each strike split the air, the storm itself echoing his fury, and his blade glowed brighter with every swing.

She met his wild attacks with calm, almost mocking poise. Their swords clashed again, sparks flying, and she gave a faint, confident smile.

"Seems your title as one of the Chosen isn't just for show," she said.

Suddenly, mana gathered around her like a living current, spiraling into the storm above. Blue flames erupted from her body, wrapping her sword and fusing with the raging winds. The storm roared louder, but now, its power leaned toward her.

The sky trembled as her storm swallowed his. Sigvar's tempest wavered, piece by piece consumed by her blazing force.

And in that moment, Vaenyra stood like a goddess of storm and blue fire, calm eyes cutting through the chaos, her sword burning bright.

Sigvar's eyes widened as he stared at her, disbelief turning to fury. "You… you weren't even fighting seriously?" he shouted. "How much… how much are you looking down on me?!"

The tattoos across his arms and chest glowed, burning bright red beneath his skin. Lightning cracked around him as he screamed, a roar filled with both fury and pain. The air thickened, trembling, as a massive aura erupted from his body.

Behind him, a giant bear spirit began to take shape, its outline forged from storm and fury. The beast roared, shaking the ground, its presence heavy and suffocating.

Sigvar rose from the earth, merging with the spirit. The bear's eyes flared crimson as its body formed, muscles and fur shaping from raw lightning and energy. The sky itself seemed to split, as if reality couldn't hold such power.

When the transformation ended, Sigvar stood at the heart of the colossal bear, his figure visible within its chest like a living core. His voice echoed, deep and godlike.

"It's a shame to lose such beauty," he said, mock sorrow dripping from his tone. "But I will end you here and now!"

The bear raised its massive paw, lightning crackling from its claws, and slammed it down. Vaenyra moved in a flash, her form vanishing into a blur as the paw smashed into the earth.

Boom!

The ground erupted, flattening the mountain behind her. The shockwave tore across the battlefield, sweeping soldiers aside on both sides. Their screams were swallowed by the roar of thunder.

Sigvar laughed wildly inside the bear spirit. "Hahaha! Do you see this, Vaenyra?! This is true power!"

The bear lunged again without pause, its massive claws slicing through the storm, aiming to crush her.

"I guess this is my limit…" Vaenyra whispered, a small sigh leaving her lips. "I still have to use my trump card after all."

She lifted her sword slowly. At that moment, the air around her stilled. Time itself seemed to pause, the wind froze mid-whirl, raindrops hung motionless, and even the thunder above went silent.

Then, all at once, mana surged.

The air bent toward her, an invisible pull stretching across the battlefield. The world's mana swirled around her like a living storm, flowing into her body and fusing with her blood. Her form began to shift, her skin shimmered faintly, her blue hair lifted, and her body seemed half ethereal, half elemental.

She looked almost unreal, like a being that stood between life and something divine.

Then, something else began to stir.

The blood scattered across the battlefield, the blood of fallen soldiers and Vikings started to tremble. Slowly, it rose from the ground, flowing toward her, gathering into a massive crimson dome that wrapped around her completely.

At that same moment, Sigvar's bear spirit came crashing down, its claws massive enough to tear through a mountain.

Boom!

The giant paw struck the dome, shaking the air with its force, yet the crimson shield didn't crack. Waves of blood rippled outward like water, then solidified again, flawless and cold.