Chaos Carrier With A Broken Talent-Chapter 43: Defeated Are Ready to Fight

The rest of the participants continued to flee or fight against the Twilight Reapers, while Ethan, Klaus, and Aime not only had the opportunity to rest but also to study their opponents.

"Hey, Aime, why did you ask me about my element?" Ethan glanced at her.

Aime smiled faintly.

"Equilibrium of Elements. My father taught me that before... before he came here."

She continued:

"I assumed that the Twilight Reapers had some kind of connection to light. Considering that they are made entirely of energy, that means they are Ethereal Creatures."

"Ethereal Creatures...?" Ethan asked.

He knew a lot about monsters, especially after meeting Menir, but not everything. His old man didn’t have time to teach him every detail about their vast and dangerous world.

Aime nodded. "They have no physical body. You saw for yourself what happened to the Twilight Reapers when the arrows hit them. In addition to being virtually invulnerable to physical objects, they have another special feature.

"They have a lot of energy, which leads to increased power of their abilities and elements. But it’s a double-edged sword, because in return, they are more vulnerable to energy strikes than other creatures, especially if they are based on elements that are opposite to them."

"I see. To put it simply, when it comes to energy, they have a lot of damage but little defense, right?"

"Yes. Obviously, the strongest element against the Ethereal Creature, which is based on light, is darkness, in any of its forms."

Ethan raised an eyebrow as he remembered something.

"Your threads, or whatever they are, are they also darkness?"

In response, she smiled. She was glad he noticed.

"One of the varieties. Not as pure and threatening as yours, but as you can see, it affected the Twilight Reaper.

"Equilibrium of Elements is a state in which two opposing elements reach a zero point. It is the best weapon against the Ethereal Creatures, as they are completely based on the energy of a certain element, which means that when they reach this point, they die, or more accurately, disappear. You saw what happened."

Ethan crossed his arms over his chest with a satisfied grin.

"Great. So we’re lucky that we both have darkness in our arsenal, even if it’s a little different."

’I got a new ally, the twilight shard, as well as useful knowledge, and all because of one right decision and four grim shards. Not a bad deal, right?’ He thought as he watched the battle in the distance.

The largest group was on the eastern side — twelve people in total. It was unknown whether they arrived at the Desolate Meadow together or joined forces during the trial like Ethan, Klaus, and Aime, but their situation was dire.

Six swordsmen and six archers were powerless against the lone Twilight Reaper, who moved toward them like an unstoppable force of nature.

"Klaus, I thought most of the people here came from the Hail of Swords, why do I see so many archers? And..." Ethan narrowed his eyes. "There are even a few crossbows."

"There’s nothing unusual about that."

Klaus waved his hand.

"The Hail of Swords consists of two cities: Crownhold and Vaelinor. Many people use swords as their primary weapon in both cities, but bows are the second most common, especially in Vaelinor. There are almost as many archers as swordsmen there.

"Honestly, I didn’t delve too deeply into the history, I wasn’t as interested in that as I was in learning the way of the sword, but many take the rivalry between swords and bows very seriously. What’s more, at the Hails of Swords, there is no equality."

It didn’t sound like anything special, which surprised Ethan.

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

"Crownhold has more influence on decision-making than Vaelinor. Once every twelve years, a tournament is held where the strongest fighters from both sides clash. This includes both ordinary people and Carriers. Crownhold has won the last two times, so they are in charge for now. Perhaps the next tournament will change everything, and Vaelinor will become the main city of the Hail of Swords."

Ethan patted him on the shoulder.

"I take it you’re from Crownhold, and that’s your hometown?"

"Yes. I watched it when I was a child. I didn’t understand much about life and combat back then, but I’ll never forget how fascinated I was by the master swordsman’s performance!"

Eleven years ago, little Klaus couldn’t take his eyes off the fighters who continued to battle for their city and the right to rule. The skill, speed, and power of the fighting left a lasting impression on him. Perhaps that was why he was so eager to follow the path of the sword.

At that moment, Klaus’s gaze darkened.

"Don’t get me wrong. I believe that every weapon can be useful, but..." Klaus swung his sword, cutting through the grass. "The sword is the king of all weapons, and if I had to make a choice for life, only the sword is worthy of my heart!"

Aime blinked several times. She didn’t expect to see Klaus like this. He was frightening and captivating at the same time.

In response, Ethan raised his chin with a sly grin.

"When is the next tournament?"

"In a year."

"Good. I’ll come cheer for you. Hah, if we ever get out of here, that is." Ethan chuckled.

His words meant much more to Klaus than he could ever imagine. Klaus gripped the hilt tightly as he nodded.

"Then I’ll do everything in my power to earn a place in the tournament, and the Lost Knight will be my ticket!"

Thrust.

The Twilight Reaper plunged his sword into the man’s heart, eliminating another participant from the trial.

At the same moment, the other two Twilight Reapers stopped before their frames began to shake. In a burst of energy, they returned to the ground. Their task was fulfilled.

Now there were enough participants.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

The ground shook, drawing everyone’s attention to the center.

Several hands with gray skin and exposed bones appeared from the soil, making their way to the surface.

Each of them held a sword, and unlike the Grim Knight and Twilight Reapers, they were not monsters, but people who fell at the Thunder of Four Howls in the past.

Everyone prepared for battle, everyone except Aime.

A shiver ran down her spine as her gaze fell on a man with shoulder-length hair, a scar on his cheek, and a cross pendant hanging from his belt.

One glance was enough for her to know who he was.

"F-Father...?"