Going back to Hamed and Logans fight happening in the distance, Their battle is met at a Stalemate of Techniques. The demon Oracle using his foresight, staff and cursed magic to block, evade and prevent Logan from Utilising any skills. As their battle drew on, Logan tried to force a distance. This time standing still and concentrating. The pressure of Hector and the lichs battle dragged on. But Logan tried to gain control of his blade. He closed his eyes and called upon it. Using Harigolds unrefined mana within him and the mana technique he'd learnt to Control the blade. But something happened. He could feel it draining his mana. Even Hamed could see the mana being sucked out of him but he'd found it strange. This occurrence wasn't in the future he'd seen, however he found it to his own advantage.
However in the next moment, the future went dark. No matter how far, it was bleak. And even looking at the immediate future, miliseconds ahead, showed Logan just standing there, his hands on the blade and his eyes closed. This Panicked Hamed to an uncontrollable extent. He'd never seen a bleak future. He didn't want to see a bleak future.
Meanwhile on logans end, he had been contemplating what he could do to win his battle, he knew no matter how much he swung his blade it would just be predicted by Hamed. Then he remembered Lucien explaining his otherworldly Slash to Valeri and Georges. "The goal is to think of where you want your blade to reach while you push in your mana into it, doesn't matter how far. In my case it was the moon and the plant simultaneously. Lucky for me, they both aligned themselves perfectly. After a moment push the Mana into the blade but concentrate it Enough to not leak out. Never lose sight of how far you want it to reach. And then swing. Not with power, but with the Momentum of the mana you imbue. The Mana imbued will manifest itself to what you want, instead of just using force to attack." At the time Logan had found it troubling, and with his hatred for Lucien, a technique like this felt like a taboo to learn. But he had no choice. So he tries his luck. He thought about Reaching Hamed without triggering his foresight while he simultaneously pushed mana into the blade. However he pushed in too much. Almost draining himself of his mana. But this triggered something. An Awakening. His mind went black, he couldn't hear anything or see anything as if he was floating in a dark space. then a voice spoke, like an echo in his mind, "I'm sorry." The voice said. "Who are you? Where are you? Where am i?" Logan wanted to respond but was immediately jolted back to the present. When he'd opened his eyes, Hamed was no where to be found, the path infront of him, Destroyed, covered in blood and Smashed body parts that stretched all the way to the distant wall ahead.
Meanwhile Lucien was having a blast with the Struggling Archeus. This Was breaking Archeus mentally, he needed a solution, a solution he didn't wish to find, but had no other choice. He began chanting in deviks tongue "O Forsaken moon hear my call, heed my prayers, I summon, thee Forbidden wisdom, The devil of spite and infliction "Akuma no Shinryaku". As his chant finished, everywhere went dark. As if the light was sucked out and the moon had disappeared. Then suddenly, a Strange shaped sword descended from where the moon used to be. Its light as bright falling into the hands of Archeus, who raised his hand to Reach it.
Lucien couldn't constrain his joy, this was why he had taunted Archeus for so long. When he'd mentioned to Valeri about his weapon, this blade was what he was talking about. The sword was known to be the sword of Abcess, and the most powerful weapon in the underworld. With this blade Abcess who had no intriguing feats, kept his position as A lord and even gained him the title of Devils Infliction. The blade had 3 special Traits; it could Change its shape to whatever the wielder desired, it could inflict any wound, no matter the defence, and most importantly, it was a Dull weapon, of the insignificant rank. The insignificant rank is a weapons ranking, Lucien didn't bother to mention to Valeri. That's because they're the highest grades of weapons. Weapons so otherworldly it would be unnecessary to rank them, hence why they're called insignificant. And this weapon carried such a weight due to it having no Innate Aura type. Meaning it could be everything and anything. The perfect weapon for a man who had no definite Identity either.
Archeus who looked visibly weaker, now held a face of confidence and a hint of desperation. He knew the blade was enough to handle Lucien but he was Skeptical if it was worth summoning.
The battlefield trembled under the weight of their clash. Lucien, with his silver hair flowing like a beacon in the storm, stood tall, his aura sharp and unyielding. Across from him, Archeus loomed, his figure shrouded in an ominous aura, his crimson eyes blazing with the confidence of unparalleled power. There was no hesitation as Lucien threw the first strike, a quick, calculated hook aimed for Archeus' temple. But Archeus' blade was already in motion, the flat edge intercepting Lucien's fist with a sharp clang. Lucien barely paused, his movements seamless as he twisted his body, following up with a sidekick aimed at Archeus' ribs. Archeus, unfazed, pivoted, the gleaming edge of his sword deflecting the blow with a speed that seemed almost inhuman. Before Lucien could recover, Archeus retaliated, his blade slicing through the air in a precise arc aimed to cleave Lucien in two. Lucien ducked under it, his movements as fluid as water, and launched himself into the air with a flying elbow aimed at Archeus' head.
Clang!
The sound of metal meeting flesh reverberated through the battlefield as Archeus parried the blow with the hilt of his sword. Lucien landed lightly, already spinning into a roundhouse kick aimed for Archeus' midsection. Archeus leaned back, his sword following the momentum of the kick to redirect its force away. Lucien stepped forward with a jab that blurred with speed, his fist cutting through the air like a missile. Archeus barely moved his blade, angling it with the precision of a scalpel to deflect the strike to the side.
Drawing upon his understanding of his fire, Lucien began to adapt. He shifted his stance, each movement now guided by the unseen currents around him. His strikes became sharper, faster, and more precise. He no longer fought with raw power alone but with calculated finesse. Archeus felt the shift. For the first time, he was forced to defend more than attack. Lucien's blade danced through the air, each swing a reflection of his growing mastery over both himself and the battlefield.
But Archeus was not one to be outdone
Archeus, frustrated by Lucien's tenacity, unleashed a series of no-chant, high-tier attacks. He slammed his sword into the ground, summoning a wave of blackened spikes that erupted like a forest of death.
"Blighted Edge!" he roared, the spikes tearing through the battlefield with vicious speed. Lucien leapt into the air, narrowly avoiding the spikes as they tore apart the ground below. Archeus followed up with a sweeping slash that sent a crescent of cursed energy hurtling toward him. Their exchange was relentless, a storm of blows and counters that left no room for error. Archeus' fighting style was sharp and calculated, every movement driven by the single-minded precision of a swordsman who had honed his craft to perfection. His blade danced in tight arcs, each swing a death sentence that cut through the air with mechanical efficiency.
"You're stubborn," Archeus said, his voice like steel grinding against stone. "But fire always burns out." Lucien's lips curled into a smirk, the flames at his feet surging higher. "You'll break before I do." Lucien, on the other hand, fought with a wild, chaotic elegance. His movements were fluid yet unpredictable, as if he were a storm given human form. Every strike flowed into the next, his attacks looping and folding back on themselves in ways that seemed impossible to predict. The battlefield became their canvas, each clash of their power a stroke of brilliance. Archeus, with his unrelenting precision, forced Lucien into a defensive rhythm, his blade moving like a seamless extension of his will. But Lucien's chaotic resilience kept Archeus at bay, his unyielding stamina and relentless counterattacks turning every advantage into a fleeting moment.
Archeus growled, his crimson eyes narrowing as he stepped back, his blade carving through the air in a wide arc. The sheer force of the swing created a shockwave that tore through the ground, forcing Lucien to leap back. Archeus capitalized on the opening, launching forward with a flurry of strikes so fast they seemed to merge into a single, fluid motion. Lucien's eyes sharpened, his focus unyielding. Each of Archeus' strikes was met with a deflection, his hands moving with an almost preternatural instinct as he redirected the blade's force. Archeus snarled, frustration flashing across his features as his relentless assault was neutralized time and time again. "Is that all you've got?" Lucien taunted, his silver hair shimmering as he shifted his weight forward. "You're strong, Archeus, but strength without creativity is nothing but a blunt weapon." Archeus sneered, his blade glowing with crimson energy as he brought it down in a devastating vertical slash. Lucien sidestepped, his body twisting like a snake as he avoided the blow by a hair's breadth. But Archeus was ready. Pivoting on his heel, he brought his blade around in a horizontal slash that aimed to catch Lucien mid-dodge. Lucien's response was instantaneous. He leaned back, the blade passing inches from his chest, and used the momentum to drive his knee into Archeus' stomach. Archeus grunted, stumbling back as Lucien pressed the advantage, his fists blurring into a flurry of strikes aimed at Archeus' head and torso.
Archeus roared, his aura flaring as he brought his blade up in a desperate sweep. The force of the swing created another shockwave, forcing Lucien to retreat. Archeus didn't let up, his blade glowing brighter as he began to channel his power into a series of rapid strikes that seemed to ignore the laws of physics. Lucien's flames surged higher, the ground beneath his feet cracking from the heat. He unleashed a torrent of fire with a sweep of his hand, forcing Archeus to leap back. But the moment Archeus touched the ground, Lucien was upon him, his fist colliding with Archeus' blade in a fiery explosion.
Archeus staggered, the force of the blow pushing him back. For the first time, cracks began to form in his seemingly impenetrable defense.
But Archeus was far from finished.
"Spiteful Blade: Eternal Fracture!" he roared, slashing his sword downward.
A wave of dark energy erupted from the blade, carving through the battlefield and slicing through Lucien's flames. Lucien dodged to the side, the attack grazing his arm and leaving behind a wound that burned with cursed energy. Lucien grimaced as Archeus' blade grazed his shoulder, the force of the strike sending him skidding back. Archeus pressed forward, his blade moving with an almost supernatural speed as he unleashed a barrage of attacks that forced Lucien onto the defensive. For the first time, Lucien was struggling. Archeus' relentless assault was beginning to wear him down, his stamina dwindling as he fought to keep up with the other man's sheer speed and power. The battle reached its peak. Lucien's flames grew fiercer, his attacks faster and more relentless. Archeus' movements became sharper, each strike of his blade cutting through the inferno with surgical precision. But both were reaching their limits. Archeus' sword trembled in his hand, the strain of maintaining his technique evident. Lucien's breathing was ragged, sweat mingling with the soot on his face.
And yet, neither gave an inch.
Archeus stepped back, his blade glowing with cursed energy. He raised it high, his voice echoing with malice.
"Eternal Wound"
The attack wasn't just a technique—it was Archeus' very essence, a strike infused with the pain and hatred of his master. The air itself seemed to wail as the energy surged toward Lucien.
When he opened his eyes, his body was calm, his flames steady.
Lucien's breathing was ragged, his movements slowing as Archeus' blade cut through the air with unrelenting precision. But even as the battle pushed him to his limits, his eyes remained calm, his mind focused.
And then, in the midst of the chaos, something shifted. Lucien's aura flared, a sharp, cutting presence that seemed to pierce through the very fabric of reality. Archeus hesitated for the first time, his instincts screaming at him to retreat.
But it was too late.
Lucien's hand moved, slow and deliberate, as if carving a path through the void itself. His fingers curled around the hilt of an invisible blade, the air around him shimmering with an almost ethereal light.
"The Mind Sword," Archeus muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief. In a single, fluid motion, Lucien swung the invisible blade. The world seemed to hold its breath as the strike connected, a wave of power ripping through the battlefield and cleaving Archeus' aura apart.