The battle raged around them, a chaotic symphony of roars, clashing steel, and explosive magic. Kento felt the heat of Malakar's flames and the icy chill of Zephyrion's breath. The ground trembled as Drakar unleashed waves of darkness that threatened to engulf everything in despair.
Kento was pushed to his limits, but amidst the chaos, he felt something stirring deep within him—a power waiting to be awakened. It was the essence of the Blade of Seven Killers, and he sensed that it was time to unlock its true potential.
"Rena!" Kento shouted, his voice cutting through the din of battle. "I need you to cover me!"
Rena, her face determined, nodded. "I'll do my best! Just be careful!"
As she created a protective barrier of light around him, Kento focused on the Blade of Seven Killers. He felt its energy surging, a pulse of ancient power calling to him. Memories of his past flooded his mind—the destruction, the loss, and the unwavering desire for revenge.
With each heartbeat, the blade's power intensified. Kento closed his eyes, channeling his emotions. "I won't let you down. I won't let anyone else suffer!"
In that moment of vulnerability and strength, he envisioned the Seven Blades of Death, each representing a different aspect of destruction and power. He remembered the tales of their devastating abilities, said to be wielded by a legendary hero who had faced similar monsters long ago.
Kento reached out mentally, feeling the connection to the Seven Blades. "I call upon you!" he cried out. "Awaken and heed my call!"
A surge of energy erupted from the Blade of Seven Killers, enveloping Kento in a brilliant light. Rena and Leo fought valiantly against the dragons, glancing back at Kento with hope and fear in their eyes.
The light coalesced into seven ethereal blades, each shimmering with its own unique hue—crimson, azure, emerald, amber, obsidian, silver, and violet. They floated around Kento, responding to his will, each humming with a promise of untold power.
"I am Kento," he declared, "wielder of the Seven Spell Blade! With your strength, I will protect my friends and end this madness!"
With a flick of his wrist, the first blade shot forward—crimson in color, embodying the wrath of fire. It pierced Malakar, igniting the dragon with flames that burned away the shadows of the past. The creature roared in agony, momentarily staggered.
Kento felt a rush of exhilaration. The blade responded to his emotions, intensifying its power with each strike. "Rena, now!" he called, and she unleashed a burst of light to distract Malakar, allowing Kento to strike again.
He turned his focus to Zephyrion. The second blade, azure and shimmering like the sea, launched toward the Ice Wyrm, slicing through the air and crashing into its icy form. The blade froze its movements, allowing Kento to strike with precision.
Drakar, sensing the tide of battle turning, unleashed a wave of darkness. Kento gritted his teeth, knowing he had to act fast. He summoned the third blade—a deep emerald green, pulsating with life energy—and sent it spiraling toward the Shadow Devourer.
"Feel the light of hope!" he shouted, and the blade surged forward, cleaving through the darkness, illuminating the area around them.
The dragons reeled from the onslaught, but Kento was not finished. He drew on the remaining blades, each with its own unique power, combining their strengths into a single, devastating attack.
"Let the fury of the blades rain down!" Kento roared, summoning the silver and violet blades as well. The air crackled with energy as he combined their powers, creating a swirling tempest of magic and steel.
As the final assault launched toward the dragons, Rena and Leo stood back, awestruck by Kento's transformation. They could feel the power emanating from him, a force that seemed to resonate with the very fabric of the world.
"Now, together!" Kento commanded, channeling all his energy into the blades as they surged toward Malakar, Zephyrion, and Drakar.
The combined force of the Seven Blades of Death struck true. The dragons let out deafening roars, but the power of the blades pierced their defenses, rendering them vulnerable. The ground shook, and a blinding light enveloped the area as the energy of the blades consumed the dragons.
When the light faded, the three dragons lay defeated, their massive forms sprawled on the ground, the threat they posed finally quelled. Kento stood at the center, breathing heavily, the Seven Blades floating gracefully around him.
"Is it over?" Leo asked, his voice trembling with disbelief.
Kento nodded, feeling both exhausted and exhilarated. "For now. But we must remain vigilant. They will not be the last we face."
Rena rushed to Kento's side, her eyes filled with pride and admiration. "You were incredible! I knew you had it in you!"
Kento looked at his friends, gratitude swelling in his chest. "We did this together. I couldn't have done it without you both."
As the sun rose, casting a warm glow over the battlefield, Kento felt a renewed sense of purpose. With the power of the Seven Blades at his command and the support of his friends, he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.