stjorthotic Chapter 183 Skybreaker
Chapter 183 Skybreaker
183 Skybreaker
With a deep breath, Henry inhaled the raw mana in the air to sustain his body, rejuvenating his circuits and heart after Caelum had drained him completely to subdue the dwarves. The sword in his hands, now devoid of mana, seemed to humph in frustration, disappointed that it hadn't turned the enemies to ashes, mostly due to this new human stopping it.
Henry tried to convey his thoughts to the sword's spirit, attempting to appease it, but it wasn't open to any dialogue. From the fragmented inherited memories, Henry knew that the sword indeed had a spirit, much like the holy swords in legends. However, it seemed too weak to fully awaken, and its responses were almost at a deep subconscious level, like an entity lost in limbo. It seemed cliche, but the sword would only unlock if he had some level of strength. Hell, he couldn't even summon it by his own will.
"I will give you other chances" - Henry tried to convey this thought, between deep breaths, trying to win over the sword's subconscious. However, it kept sulking. After a few moments, Henry finally managed to regain his clarity and some of his strength. As if waiting for that, the sword vanished into thin air, burrowing itself back into his body. It followed his Mana Circuits until it finally settled near his heart, forming a tattoo of a dragon eating its own tail. He shook his head a bit disappointed, but decided to let it go. He had plenty of time. And, there were more pressing matters at hand.
He looked at the previous enemies and treaded carefully toward the kneeling dwarves, ready to react if they suddenly pounced on him. However, from what he had seen with Boris and his brothers earlier, the dwarves didn't seem to be a tribe that relied on cunning actions; they were straightforward in their actions and words, loyal to the core if they managed to connect with someone. Proof of that was their enless loyalty to the Son of Fire and Anvil, Garret von Stahl, even after centuries passed.
"It's lighter than I thought...But it's interesting." - Henry muttered, stretching the hammer out to Yngvi, who grabbed it with trembling hands - "The other one is quite the jealous type, it seems" - The king said in a cryptic smile, feeling the tattoo on his chest moving.
"Ye are truly his descendant" - Yngvi said, even more excitedly, followed by the others. They all rose to their feet. .
"Oh, it seems like you still had some doubts about that" - Henry said with an amused smile. "I had little doubt after seein' that dragon manifested by yer sword. There are texts and stories that tell of the Son of Fire and Anvil summoning purple dragons with every slash of his sword, exactly like yers" - Yngvi said, clenching his hammer and lifting it for Henry to see - "This hammer is known as Skybreaker, and it was created by yer ancestor's hands. He told us that only the chief appointed by the furnace's fire and those of his own blood could lift it." - Yngvi's eyes gleamed even brighter - "Since ye lifted it so easily, there is no more doubt. It's impossible to impersonate blood."
Suddenly, without another word, Yngvi turned and walked to the front of the gate. Henry watched as the elder dwarf lifted Skybreaker, the hammer once again crackling with small lightning snakes, and struck the metal gate six times, each blow more powerful than the last. With each hit, the whole Screaming Valley trembled, and snow cascaded down from the surrounding mountains. The barbarians had to grip tightly and use their weapons to steady themselves.
"We welcome the descendant of Fire!" Yngvi shouted, his voice echoing through the valley.