Shattered Innocence: Transmigrated Into a Novel as an Extra-Chapter 584: Knight of the Wind
—FWOOOSH!
The moment Lucavion raised his blade, the air around him shifted. It wasn't just the pressure of his presence—it was something deeper, something celestial.
Starlight mana erupted from his body in a luminous cascade, flooding the battlefield with its brilliance. The air warped, space itself bending as his core ignited.
Aldric's crimson eyes gleamed behind his midnight helm, his smirk widening ever so slightly.
"Knight of the Wind."
Lucavion's voice was steady, cold.
Aldric tilted his head, almost amused.
"Oh… is that the name you have given to me?"
Lucavion didn't answer.
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He simply moved.
—BOOM!
One instant, he was standing—
The next—
He was already there.
Aldric barely had time to register the shift before—
—SHRING!
Lucavion's estoc descended, a streak of pure devastation. His body blurred as the celestial force of his core ignited—
「Void Starfall Blade, Starsurge.」
A single stroke—swift, absolute. The air trembled under its might. The night sky above them seemed to distort, stars flickering unnaturally as though drawn into the blade itself.
Aldric's instincts screamed. His spear flashed up—
—CLAAAANG!
Their weapons met in a catastrophic collision.
The rooftop beneath them shattered. The sheer force of impact sent shockwaves rippling outward, buildings groaning as windows exploded into shards. The stone cracked beneath Aldric's feet, yet—
He didn't break.
The wind around him screamed, coiling, twisting—
His counterattack came instantly.
「Stormpiercer: Tempest Thrust.」
His spear blurred, a silver streak cutting through the chaos. The air itself bent, compressed into a singular, piercing force.
Lucavion vanished.
No—
—He had already dodged.
His foot barely touched the ground before he pivoted, his blade carving a streak of white light through the night.
Aldric's grin widened beneath his helm.
This—this—
Was getting interesting.
—SWOOSH!
Wind exploded from his form, a violent storm twisting into existence. The force lifted loose debris into the air, turning shattered stone into lethal projectiles.
Lucavion didn't hesitate.
—THOOM!
He tore through the storm, his starlight mana devouring the turbulence as he surged forward. His estoc struck again—
But Aldric had already moved.
Their weapons clashed in rapid succession—
—CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Each impact sent sparks flying. Each strike shattered the air between them.
They weren't just fighting.
They were unraveling the battlefield.
Lucavion twisted mid-air, using the momentum of Aldric's last parry to redirect his blade. A downward stroke—fast, relentless—
Aldric parried with a flick of his spear, his footwork seamless as he flowed into another attack—
—WHOOOSH!
Lucavion barely had time to twist his body, the spear grazing past his ribs, slicing clean through his coat. Blood spattered against the cracked stone.
But he was already retaliating.
He lunged—faster, sharper—his estoc striking like a comet falling from the heavens.
Aldric grinned.
「Stormpiercer: Gale Rend.」
He twisted.
His spear came down in a brutal arc, wreathed in razor-thin wind.
Lucavion's eyes narrowed.
He met the attack head-on.
—CRASH!
The impact sent another shockwave tearing through the cityscape, wind and starlight colliding in a whirlwind of destruction.
Lucavion gritted his teeth.
Aldric was powerful. Too powerful.
His wind affinity wasn't just an enhancement—it was an extension of his instincts. His movements weren't just fast; they were fluid, adaptive, natural.
But Lucavion—
Lucavion had spent his entire life fighting against forces greater than himself.
And he was not going to lose.
—FWOOOOOM!
Lucavion's mana surged, void-starlight radiating in waves from his core. His estoc burned with celestial brilliance, distorting the very air around him.
Aldric's crimson gaze gleamed behind his dark helm, the wind twisting around his form in a furious storm.
"You fight well," Aldric mused, his voice laced with amusement. "But—"
His spear blurred.
—BOOOM!
A single thrust. Not just fast—instantaneous.
Lucavion barely reacted in time.
—SWOOSH!
He pivoted, the spear's tip slicing through his coat, grazing his ribs. A thin line of red bloomed across his side, pain flaring through his nerves.
That one almost ran me through.
But he didn't slow.
Instead, his grin widened.
"You talk too much."
Lucavion exhaled, releasing all hesitation.
—His movements shifted.
The wildness of his style, the sharp, unpredictable footwork—they refined.
Aldric sensed it immediately.
A shift. A transition.
The boy who had once fought recklessly was now wielding discipline.
And that was far more dangerous.
Lucavion lifted his estoc.
—Mana erupted.
「Void Starfall Blade: Celestial Spiral」
Starlight burst forth, spiraling around him, warping gravity itself. His body became weightless, his next step impossible to track.
Then—
—FWOOOSH!
He disappeared.
Aldric's instincts flared. He pivoted—
Too late.
Lucavion was already above him.
His estoc descended, a streak of void-laced light aimed at the exposed joint in Aldric's armor—
—CLANG!
Aldric barely twisted his spear up in time, deflecting the fatal strike.
But Lucavion wasn't done.
The moment their weapons met—he flowed into his next technique.
「Void Starfall Blade: Eclipse Requiem」
—BOOOOOM!
The air imploded.
Lucavion's blade split into dozens of afterimages, a constellation of lethal strikes raining down at once.
Aldric's expression shifted.
—He was forced onto the defensive.
—CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Each strike chipped away at him. His wind armor crackled, flickering with instability.
Lucavion's eyes gleamed.
He saw the opening.
—And took it.
His blade pierced forward.
—SHNK!
Aldric grunted.
The estoc pierced through the gap in his pauldron, slicing deep into his shoulder.
A spatter of blood hit the ground.
For the first time—
Aldric was injured.
Lucavion's smirk sharpened.
"Looks like you're not untouchable after all."
Aldric exhaled, staring at the wound.
Then—
He laughed.
Low. Amused.
"Not bad."
His grip on his spear tightened.
—FWOOOOOSH!
A sudden burst of wind exploded outward.
Lucavion's instincts screamed—
But it was too late.
—THWACK!
Aldric's knee slammed into his ribs.
Pain shot through his body, his breath escaping in a sharp exhale.
—SWOOSH!
Before he could recover—
Aldric's spear lashed out.
Lucavion barely raised his estoc in time—
—CLAAAANG!
The force sent him flying backward.
His body crashed against the stone rooftop, skidding until he came to a stop. His breath came ragged, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Pain.
But—
Lucavion only grinned.
His fingers curled around the hilt of his estoc.
Lucavion exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders. His ribs ached where Aldric's knee had landed, his muscles screaming from the relentless pace of the battle. Yet none of that mattered.
Because now—
He saw it.
The air around Aldric shifted.
No—
It wasn't just the air.
It was the wind itself.
For the first time, the storm surrounding Aldric wasn't just raw elemental energy—it was controlled. Refined.
Lucavion's pupils constricted.
The swirling mana around Aldric's body wasn't just an extension of his attacks anymore. It was a part of him.
He's finally using it.
Aura Body.
The very technique that marked the difference between 5-star and 6-star.
Lucavion had read about it, studied the theory behind it—but he had never fought someone who truly used it.
The reason?
Because so few people ever reached this stage.
—3-star meant a knight could materialize mana, projecting their energy outward.
—4-star introduced intent, allowing their will to shape how mana flowed through their techniques.
—But 6-star?
That was different.
That was one of the most important and most difficult breakthroughs.
Because at 6-star, a knight could achieve something that transcended mere skill.
They could forge an Aura Body.
A compressed, refined form of mana—one that merged with their very being.
Different from the normal mana that one would use to coat their bodies.
It augmented them, reinforced them, made them something more than human.
And now—Aldric stood before him, wrapped in it.
Lucavion clenched his jaw, his grip on his estoc tightening.
None of his previous opponents had ever used this technique. Not even those who were supposedly stronger than him.
Yet Aldric—
Aldric was using it now.
The wind howled as the aura around Aldric settled into his body, the storm condensing into something sharper. More lethal.
Then—
Aldric exhaled, rolling his shoulder. His voice came low, amused.
"You have made me use it."
His crimson eyes gleamed beneath his dark helm.
"You are not bad."
Lucavion breathed in.
A slow inhale. A steadying moment.
"…That so?"
His black eyes gleamed with something wild.
Something untamed.
