Chapter 223: The Weight of a Hero
The Sanctum of the Sword was no longer a room; it was a blender of conflicting energies.
The A-Rank mana battery I had tossed into the containment field hadn't just disrupted the ritual; it had caused a mana vacuum.
The pure, golden light of the Hero's Holy Sword was now lashing out in violent, erratic arcs, like a lightning storm trapped in a bottle.
CRACK-ZZZT!
A bolt of holy energy whipped past my ear, singeing the tips of my hair. It struck the wall behind me, vaporizing a section of the ancient stone instantly.
"Don't move!" the traitor guard screamed, his sword shaking in his hand.
"Hand over the Scabbard, or I'll cut you down!"
I stood with my back to the shattered window, the gale-force winds of the high altitude whipping my coat around my legs.
In my left hand, I clutched the black dragon-leather Scabbard. In my right, Draken hummed with a low, hungry vibration, eager to bite.
