Their blows thundered, sending shockwaves through the air. When Ruby was knocked away, she used the Moonlight Bridge to return in a flash, driving her black blade down on Sophara.
Every blow Yerin took would crack her bones if she didn’t keep her Steelborn Iron body fueled, and even so it wasn’t designed with protection in mind. She was taking a beating, and her madra drained dangerously fast.
But she could keep up.
Yerin slammed her blade into Sophara’s, and this time Sophara couldn’t hold her ground. She was sent flying, her body blasting through a burning waterfall, but Ruby used the Moonlight Bridge to disappear in a blink and reappear above her, kicking her into the ground and sending a Rippling Sword after her.
When the Bridge refreshed a moment later, Yerin followed, her own blade ringing and sending a wind of furious sword aura after the dragon.
Sparks flew up from Sophara’s skin as though she was covered in scales, but her own spirit dipped. She was spending madra freely herself. At this rate, Yerin would outlast her.
Ruby had already begun activating her sword, but Sophara had been building a technique of her own.
A blue moon rose from her hand, a sphere of sapphire madra and aura that hung in the air behind her.
Her Azure Moon Reigns technique looked different than it had when she used it against Mercy. It was smaller, denser, and Yerin felt its power cover the arena.
While it had been an inconvenience to Mercy, Yerin felt real danger from it this time. Water aura pressed down on her like a wet blanket over her entire body.
And a nearby burning pool leaped up as though to grab her.
Yerin didn’t know what would happen to her if it landed, but she was sure it was more than damp hair. She used the Bridge to move away and closer to Sophara, driving her Flowing Sword into Sophara’s chest.
At the same time, Ruby finished unleashing Netherclaw.
The second the huge red claw Forged, it slashed down at Sophara.
And slammed right into her Imperial Aegis.
Sophara still dashed away before her shield could be torn down, so Yerin’s sword only gave her a shallow cut.
It drew blood.
Yerin didn’t chase. Ruby had her pinned down, so it was time to take advantage of the opening.
She poured madra and aura into a Final Sword.
As Sophara fought the huge clawed hand that Ruby struggled to control, Yerin’s sword glowed brighter and brighter silver.
A jet of water madra blasted out from the Azure Moon, but Yerin sensed it easily. She slipped out of the way.
And as soon as her technique stabilized, she vanished.
She appeared beneath Sophara.
The dragon had managed to complete her Crimson Sun Rises, which now hung in the center of the arena as a blazing sphere. She had leaped into the air, slashing Quickriver at Ruby.
From twenty feet down, Yerin released her Final Sword.
Her power formed a rising sword of silver madra so dense it appeared white.
Sophara’s Imperial Aegis was blasted away, and she took the technique on her own body.
Something knocked Yerin off her feet.
Finally, a wave of water had caught her off-guard. Heat from the sun pressed down on her, and fire spurted from the surface of the Crimson Sun, forcing her to use the Bridge to travel away.
Ruby had begun using her own Final Sword while Sophara used wind aura to soar through the air. The dragon trailed blood, her skin torn and her body battered.
She wasn’t ripped in half, as Yerin had hoped.
But this wasn’t time to let up.
Yerin focused on her master’s blade, activating the technique. Frozen Blade madra locked down the center of the arena.
Sophara didn’t stop moving.
Her control of soulfire was a level beyond Yerin’s. She pushed the Ruler technique aside and continued soaring down; even the blades of madra hanging in the air parted before her.
That had to take up an extraordinary amount of soulfire and madra, but so did maintaining the technique. When Sophara raised her hand for a dragon’s breath, Yerin had to release the Ruler binding.
If she kept it up, it would get her killed.
She and Ruby used the Moonlight Bridge to appear and disappear, keeping the pressure on Sophara. Her ghostwater was gone, but her Moon and Sun techniques remained in the air. Even when Yerin sent a Rippling Sword at one, the Imperial Aegis defended it and Sophara took the opening to swing at Ruby.
The Madra Engine proved its value, recovering Yerin’s madra and allowing her to keep fighting, and Ruby finally managed to complete a Final Sword of her own.
She traveled the Moonlight Bridge over Sophara’s head, blasting down.
Instead of waiting for the result, Yerin reached out.
Though she and Ruby were hardly in prime shape, Sophara had taken a real beating. Yerin had to close out the battle.
She couldn’t drop her soulfire control over the surrounding aura, or the Moon and Sun would batter her on their own, but she still closed her eyes and stretched her perception out through the sword aura.
She was almost there. So close.
The feeling of the Sword Icon settled around her like familiar music, and she moved accordingly.
Sophara pushed through Ruby’s Final Sword, landing a heavy slash on the Shadow that sent blood spraying up and her body crashing into the wall.
But as Sophara tried to follow up with dragon’s breath, Yerin appeared to her side.
Quickriver clashed with the Sword Sage’s nameless blade, and Sophara was left with a cut on the arm.
Yerin knew exactly how to move, and it all felt right.
Even when she took a hit from Sophara’s tail on her shin, she was able to stab the dragon’s shoulder.
When her left hand was burned by Flowing Flame madra, she didn’t feel it. She took out Sophara’s eye.
Quickriver gave her a shallow cut across the ribs, but she scored a deeper one.
They traded slashes and Striker techniques, swinging faster and stronger than Yerin had ever imagined back when she was only Underlord. She relied on the Moonlight Bridge to dodge when she needed to, but she often didn’t, moving as little as possible.
Ruby had recovered and was preparing a technique of her own.
Yerin had Sophara on the verge of defeat.
Then Yerin’s consciousness fuzzed.
The state of perfect concentration fled, and pain came screaming into its place.
Yerin hadn’t realized how much she’d been sliced to ribbons. She looked bloodier than Ruby ever had.
While Yerin was still shocked, Sophara’s Archlord weapon ignited.
When Yerin’s head came off, the last thing she saw was that same smug look on Sophara’s face.
25
“You’re chipped in the head if you think I should keep leaning on a technique I can’t control,” Yerin insisted.
The Winter Sage gripped her hands together, taking deep breaths. “It is not a technique. It is a connection to greater power, and a state of mind. Most Sages do not have this…long intermediary period, you know. They gradually touch their Icon, but they manifest it quickly.”
“Most Overladies cannot consistently tap into an Icon either,” Charity pointed out. “Even those who become Sages. What you’ve done is extraordinary, Yerin, but it is incomplete. You need to either discard it or push it to completion, right now.”
“Oh, that’s stone simple then. I’ll just finish it up.”
“I know that is not a fair request of someone below Archlord,” Min Shuei said. “But it is your best chance of victory.”
Yerin felt like the walls were closing in. Half an hour had never felt so short.
She had given Sophara everything she had, and it still hadn’t been enough. The worst of it was, Sophara hadn’t given it everything. The Dragon King’s Totem, her prize from the last round, still hadn’t made an appearance.
So, reluctantly, Yerin dropped to a cycling position and stretched her master’s sword across her lap.