Master of Dominion-Chapter 66: celestial swords

Yasmin and Ayobe stared down at Drogon, who continued to mumble incoherently. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"What do we do with him?" Ayobe asked.

"We’ll let Iyvre decide that," Yasmin replied.

"I don’t think he’ll live long enough for her to decide, though," Ayobe countered, pointing to the severity of Drogon’s injuries.

"He won’t die yet. Just tie him up. I’ll go heal that jerk over there," Yasmin said as She turned and headed toward where Rael lay, stopping right in front of him. She looked down and shook her head.

"Men"

....

Rael awoke with a start, quickly taking in his surroundings and recognizing the familiar makeshift roof of his longhouse.

He groaned as he sat up, still feeling a slight sting in his ribs. Looking at his torso, he saw it was wrapped in cloth bandages.

"Yasmin," he murmured. Obviously, she had healed what she could, bandaged the injury on his back, and brought him back to the compound.

’What about that cultist?’ he thought as he rose to his feet. Just then, the door to the longhouse opened and Xaphxan stepped inside with a bowl in his hands.

"Ahh, Boss, you’re awake!" Xaphxan was startled for a moment before placing the bowl on a stool in the room.

"What’s that?" Rael asked, sniffing the tasty aroma wafting from the bowl.

"Soup, Boss," Xaphxan said, assessing Rael slowly. "It was made by Lady Yasmin."

"She?" Rael questioned in surprise.

"Yes. After she and Ayobe brought you back from the woods, she cooked it with some herbs and meat jerkies. She said it’s medicinal. It is tasty, though."

"Hmm." Rael nodded before picking the bowl up, sniffing it, then took a taste.

"Ooh." He widened his eyes in surprise. She didn’t look like the type that could cook, he thought to himself, drinking the entire bowl.

While off to the side, Xaphxan observed him

He really didn’t know if he should be amazed or terrified that Rael had actually defeated his former boss, Drogon.

At first, when the two sisters returned, he was shocked to see Rael half-snoring from battle fatigue. However, that shock quickly turned to horror when he noticed the chained-up half-corpse dragged along behind them

He hadn’t initially recognized that it was Drogon, but he had immediately noticed the cursed robes of the Dark Apostles. He feared that their location was already compromised or would soon be surrounded by the cult, but it only took a minute to figure out the figure was actually Drogon.

After confirming with the sisters and hearing a brief version of the story since they hadn’t really elaborated on the details of the battle he was flabbergasted to find out it was Rael who had left Drogon in such a state

"How long was I asleep "Rael’s question snapped him back to the present

"just an hour "

And what have happened within the hour"Rael nodded before asking, wanting to know what occurred after he dozed off

"Ooh that "xaphxan replied

...

An hour before Rael woke up, in the House of Alchemy, Iyvre sat cross-legged. Her eyes were closed and her face was drenched in sweat.

She was at a critical point in her ascension.

She had been compressing her aether, halting its circulation and flow through her veins for half a day. She was building up the momentum needed to shatter the metaphysical barrier that stopped her aether from flowing into her heart.

With a slight release of breath, she let go of the compressed aether, letting it slam into the barrier with full force for the second time.

The already cracked wall finally shattered allowing her aether to flow forcefully into her heart, causing her face to frown in slight pain.

She ignored the burning sensation of forcefully breaking through the barrier and focused on her manuscript, comprehending the new scripts within.

It was all about cultivating a white kind of energy sword energy. The essence of her manuscript was sharpness, which applied to her technique that made her weapon glow hot white.

This technique was known as Sword Beam, an ability that at its fullest potential would be able to slice through anything, though that was still far off for Iyvre. Then there was the movement technique; though thought to be teleportation by most people, including Rael, it was a simple technique that enabled her to burst forward with three times her current speed and release a blinding light meant to stun enemies. However, it could only be performed once, as it used a large amount of her aether.

She brought out the blade Rael had given her and traced her lean, graceful fingers across the tiny lines on the metal.

"Well, I’m not complaining," she muttered.

Feeling tiny cracks appear on the metal, she could tell it wasn’t exactly a masterpiece when Rael first gave it to her. But now that her aether was flowing in and out of her heart and circulating according to its beats, she knew her Sword Beam technique would also provide a protective coat around the weapon.

She laid the blade before her, stretched forth her arm, and took a slow breath as a white light coalesced above her outstretched palm. The light transformed into a four-foot, shining sword of aether.

Iyvre tried to maintain her breathing pace as she controlled the floating aether sword, moving it from one side to another. However, it started to dim before disappearing, causing Iyvre to sigh.

"It’s meant to be three once I’m able to master the technique, but one is already tasking enough," she huffed. She decided to complete her ascension, though she had already passed the most difficult part.

She controlled her heart, which was more controllable at this stage, and forced out all her Rank 1 aether. A pure white fog surrounded her in a slow whirlpool, gradually merging with her skin and strengthening it to a new level.

After a few minutes, Iyvre opened her eyes, feeling invigorated and more nimble. She slowly rose to her feet and tried the technique again ,the Celestial Swords. A shimmering light morphed into a sword in front of her, hovering steadily as she controlled it, using it to perform several attacks.

Swish!

The sword beamed through the air, splitting the wind itself.

"Hmm." Iyvre brought the sword closer to her face, planning to examine it with her fingers, only for it to burn her.

"Ouch. So it does hurt me too," she pouted. She saw that it would be a difficult technique to master; she would have to split her mind during battle one part to control the floating blade and the other to fight. But she knew the lethality of the technique, for she had seen a certain someone use it before.

Iyvre’s expression darkened for a moment as she remembered her. She couldn’t help the sad emotions that followed.

"Think she’d be awake?"

"How should I know how long it takes to ascend to the next rank? I haven’t undergone that before."

"Think she’s okay?"

"How would I know?"

Certain voices snatched her away from those memories before she could dive deeper, reminding Iyvre that regardless of what she had lost, she still had her troublesome sisters.

She smiled as she pushed the door of the House of Alchemy open.