The figure made no sound, nor did it have a presence for me to sense. Or even a physical body for me to strike. But even then, its existence made it feel like my head would blow itself apart. I took a few deep breaths, and soon enough my spacial mapping began working again. I used it to directly look at the dark figure.
The dark figure sneered, for an instant, it took started having more human like features. Dark hair, pale skin, black eyes but that only lasted a mere instant before it sneered and dissapeared into the nothingness that birthed it.
I sighed before heading back to my cell, I closed the door and I laid down on my bed and took a few deep breaths to try and relax. But every time I attempted to sleep, I'd constantly see the image of that shadowy thing again. I gave up on sleeping so I decided to head to down to the gym.
When I went to grab a sword, my hand froze up just before I could pick it up, however the hitch was only momentary as less than half a second later I was able to pick up my sword and begin swinging. However each and every time I'd slash my sword, near the end of each slash I'd feel another hitch. And as time went on, those hitches became longer in duration and more common.
By the end of my training session I couldn't even properly swing my sword. My hands had countless calluses, scratches and splinters in them. And not only that, but my body coated in layers of sweat. My training hadn't even been that intense but I was already exhausted?
'It's probably because of the elixir, my mind probably just can't cope with the huge changes to my body's physique and overall strength. Or perhaps it's from some sort of backlash of the elixir?'
I headed back up stairs and looked at the time, it was fairly late due to how much time I had spent training and swinging my sword.
And so, I kept repeating this routine of fighting, killing, training and so on for days, and then months and soon years had passed. This dull cycle of fighting hadn't ceased even for a moment in this new life of mine.
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Irene Pendragon POV:
I looked around and looked down upon the completely frozen landscape from my throne of bodies. It had been several years since my first time on a battle field, after that much time had passed, creating a battlefield such as this wasn't incredibly uncommon. I was currently at an enemy campsite. Well, what was left of if after I had gone on one of my rampages.
A Knight approached my throne of blood and knelt before it. He didn't say anything, he was waiting for my permission.
"You may speak."
"My lady, the enemies who attempted to flee have been exterminated. We suffered no casualties, it seems like you exterminated the more powerful members of the enemy's group. You have become exceptionally powerful."
I shook my head and denied his statement.
"It's not that I'm strong, it's that enemy is just weak. I wasn't even forced to use my sword."
I looked at my blood stained hand, I wondered what my siblings would think about something like this. Valier would be 13 and Iris would be 12. I'm currently 14. Mana silently leaked from my body, freezing the throne of bodies and creating a stairway for me to descend from.
I headed down the stairs, the Knight from earlier spoke up, this time without waiting for permission.
"If I may, we have found some intel on the location of where your brother was taken several years ago. Our troops have been looking for this place and have finally found it's location-"
Before the soldier could finish speaking, my hardened and I dawned a new expression. An expression of pure hate. The air around us began to rapidly cool, my breaths started to produce steam and I clenched my fists.
"Where is it?"
"It's in the heart of Britannias capital, the coliseum has been delegated to us and the Sword Saint. We've received Intel saying that there are two powerful mages stationed there, one being the man responsible for the attack from all those years ago, and another is a general of Brittania's army who's on par with him. The Imperial Family has requested that you take their heir into the battle, she was supposedly acquainted with your brother, so she'd like to give you a hand."
"I see, that won't be an issue, with her there we'll be able to increase the chances of success."
'And along with that, I won't be forced to reveal my trump cards.'
"The mission is in around 2 months, that's when we will finally be able to end this shit show of a war. In that time, the Sword Saint has asked that you make sure you're at your best, meaning you're not allowed to take part in any more battles."
I nodded my head, unknowingly, a smile formed on my face. The Knight before me began trembling, not from the overwhelming Frost...
But from terror at the horrid expression I had formed.
A/N: Had a test today and last Friday so I didn't really post, moving on, this chapter was just to kick-start the next little bit in the story which will be somewhat more character driven. I'm going to dry and expand mainly on Irene because I've thought of some pretty useful abilities for her, and expanding her character gives me an excuse to give her screen time. And Irene is gonna be a major character so if she stays bland nobody gon like that.