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B2 Chapter 242: Elder Blood
🕑 Added 2025-03-28 20:30:02 +0000 UTCSitting cross legged in the middle of his team’s dimensional tent, Kaius stared down at his blade.
Porkchop and Ianmus watched on in reverent silence as he swept his hand across its length, feeling the hunger with which its surface tore into the heat of his body.
A Father’s Gift, his most prized possession. A gift for reaching the age at which the system integrated with him fully. One that he now knew that his father had been preparing for for far longer than he had ever believed.
One that had revealed the true depths of his father’s secrets, and the hidden mysteries of their dynasty. Who would have believed that a gruff man living in the woods would have once been capable of crafting a mythical growth item?
Even with the obvious depth of their legacy, it had still caught him by surprise—had still made him dream of the lost years in which his father must have forged this piece.
Had the first designs been drawn when his unknown mother’s stomach had swelled? Earlier? Whenever it was, it must have been forged in the heart of Unterstern, because no object of such potential could have been created without the workshop and resources of an entrenched master.
Something his father had certainly lacked in the Arboreal Sea.
Twisting his right hand, he saw the sign emblazoned on his palm in the black of night. A cutting weapon of death, hanging like a bared threat from a burning sun. His sigil—mirrored in the fuller of his blade and glowing with the barest motes of light in the smoky crystal.
A link, like his sword was to his past.
His eyes graced its length reverently. The steel grey and charcoal black waves of alternating layered steel, sandwiched between an edge and centre of smoke grey crystal, the runes that blazed above his sigil, the filigreed cross guard and pommel, and the simple binding of woven leather over its grip.
It was a thing of beauty—but it was a weapon first. A tool to cut through his obstacles. Stalwart, unbreakable, but not an implement of brute strength.
For all of the supposed cracking brittleness of crystal, it bent like any sword—giving in to pressure, lest it snap. At its core, it was a weapon of control, speed, and intent.
One that demanded mastery of the body. A visceral hunger and fury chained to purpose—fuel to drive oneself beyond what was possible.
A dangerous tool, where lacking ability became as dangerous to the self as it did the enemy.
Deep within his core, Kaius felt a faint chime from one of his pillars. An aspect, crooning in delight as he drank in the sublime perfection of his oldest companion.
Corporus, making its presence known.
It was a weak resonance—just the barest hint of a restless slumber making itself known.
Kaius paid the moment no mind. He’d learned from Mentis and from his brother’s experiences in awakening this same pillar. Enlightenment could not be forced, and Corporus was felt in the body.
If his aspect demanded mastery, it would have it. There would be proving grounds aplenty in his future.
But not today.
This moment was for his blade. For the nourishment of a bond that would see him through to the very pinnacle.
Like him, A Father’s Gift dripped with potential. Hungered for growth. It had been with him since the start of his journey, and had witnessed every triumph and tribulation he had experienced.
Kaius intended to reward that loyal devotion with the rich fertiliser it needed to grow into an implement that cut the path towards his goal.
It was his sword. Designed from the outset to be bared in his hands.
No matter how slow the process was, he would gather the reagents it was worth, and nourish the potential that lay in its core. Even if he had to lay it down momentarily—to pick up a lesser blade when its current power fell lacking—he would search for the means to push it to new heights.
Its first step was all accounted for. First, the Elder Blood. Then, the wyvern bone. No matter what it took, he would serve it only the very best of offerings.
He vowed, whispered words that hung silently in the base of his chest. When the first step of his vengeance was at hand—when he retook his father’s blade—it would be his sword that spilled the blood of his enemies.
The tracker. The man with the scar on his face. He was only a small piece of the puzzle, but he would fall all the same. It was a start of a thread that needed to be followed.
A man of his strength would have had little to do with the planning. No, there were others in the Onyx Temple that had a hand in Father’s death.
Even they would not be the end of the road. There was the looming threat soaring above the clouds, unseen from below. Someone had paid them—directed them to their vile work. There was no doubt in his mind that they were the same people who had wrought destruction on his family. Had crippled his father, shattered his dynasty, and stolen his birthright.
It would be a long path. A bloody path. But with his blade, and his team, he would see it through to the end.
With every step, every skill, and every level, he drew closer to the strength he needed to finally begin his search. The need to hunt and rage pumped through his chest—surging through his veins as his body demanded he move. Demanded he fight bodily against the storm of emotion that raged through him.
He held himself still. The Veteran’s Edge had revealed his path to him, and it was not one that was slaved to the basal wishes of instinct.
Today, he took another step. As he would every day, until he stood at the peak. Until his desires were his own, unthreatened by the wishes of others. Until those that had clawed their way up with him, just as battered and bloody, stood with him and rejoiced.
His vengeance would come—he could have patience.
Blood called to blood, and it was only right that the essence of that very ichor would serve to temper his blade in preparation for the coming storm.
Placing the sigil on his palm against its twin on his blade, Kaius felt the spark that slumbered within. It was little more than a growing seed of power nestled within dead iron, but who knew what would come in the future.
He’d researched more, in the archives. The first step of a growth weapon was an awakening. One that was most vital for defining its path and growth in the future. He’d already fed it a core of molten life.
Now it was time for the vital fluid.
Looking up, he met his team's eyes. Feeling the weight of the moment—and in Porkchop’s case, his emotions directly—they gave him solemn nods.
Kaius returned the gesture, before his gaze drifted to the jar of Elder Blood that sat at his side. Held in alchemical glass, its presence was entirely sealed, preventing his blade from crying out in desire.
It looked like a glob of congealed blood the size of two of his fists. A dark cordovan, glistening wet in the soft lights that hung from the roof of the tent.
Taking the chill glass in hand, the reagent rolled in the glass—shimmering with a metallic sheen. He half expected it to leave streaks—to deform and flow like a liquid.
It didn’t. It straddled the line between phases—as much solid metal as it was thick liquid, shifting and changing without rhyme or reason.
Truesight showed him it’s description—refreshing his memory of his reward.
Elder Blood:
Unique - Tier I
Affinity - Blood, Metal
Power is the essence of blood, congealed and crystalised it becomes accessible.
A potent metal, found only in the ancient gravesites of powerful beasts. Where enough blood has spilled, the iron gravitates to the locus of residual power—shifting and transmuting in the presence of Blood and Metal affinity to become something more.
Reagent
Breathing deep, Kaius unscrewed the lid to the jar.
As the scent of bloody battle and clashing swords filled the air, A Father’s Gift reacted instantaneously. It keened, hungering as it seemed to tremble in Kaius’s lap.
Kaius smiled down at it warmly, before he dipped his hand into the jar to retrieve the metal within.
It was cool to the touch, clinging to his fingers. It almost felt wet, but when he drew it free, he saw no traces of it left of his hands.
Despite the odd feeling, he was immediately taken with its heft. A solid density that dragged his hand down—forcing him to use a surprising amount of strength to move it freely.
It wasn’t that the weight was too much to bear—not with his current power—just that it held more mass than seemed possible for its size.
He brought it to his sword, and it drank deep.
*Ding! Material appropriate for A Father’s Gift detected! Facilitate absorption?*
As soon as the material touched the emblem on his blade, it liquified—turning the bright carmine of arterial blood. Defying gravity, it swelled upwards, twisting in a siphon that was sucked deeper and deeper into the crystal of his fuller.
Veins erupted, sprouting organically through the material as new growth wormed its way through crystal and steel alike.
Everywhere they touched, changes were wrought. The overlapping layers of steel darkened—charcoal becoming pitch black, and blue steel becoming a dusky iron tinge. As the light above him struck the surface, Kaius saw a red gleam shine deeply—revealing the blood within.
The veins within the crystal shrunk as the transformation continued, but they didn’t disappear. Organically branching through both his fuller and edge, they gave his sword a bite of the grotesque—a visage that promised to drink deep from his enemies.
As the changes on his blade crystalised, the final remnants of the Elder Blood flowed free, dousing his guard and grip. It congealed on its surface—hiding the changes within.
Heartbeats later, it seeped inwards like water thrown on sand. The filigree on his guard and pommel was revealed first. Much like the belly of his blade, it now threw off red highlights—but that wasn’t all. The filigree on its surface sparkled, vines now bestowed with the brilliant berries—each one a miniscule dot of what looked like solidified blood.
His grip was revealed last—the simplest change, but one he liked deeply. What had once been a simple crosshatched wrapping of black leather, now held an intricately braided loop of leather the colour of rich port.
*Ding! Growth Weapon - A Father’s Gift has absorbed Elder Blood! Absorb one more suitable material to complete the upgrade!*
Grinning at the new form of his blade, Kaius immediately opened its description with Truesight.
A Father’s Gift:
Common - Tier I
Forged in the dying days of Unterstern. Quenched in the fading light of prosperity. The final work of a master. Birthright of the last Scion.
A two-handed longsword, forged from meteoric iron, orichalum, and Deep Essence, this sword hides a sliver of morphic Craexia crystal in its hilt. If the right conditions are met, this shard of potential may bloom. The complex network of a binding ritual is hidden under its hilt wrap.
A core of crystal formed from a Spent Forgeheart now threads the blade, honing its edge even further.
Veins of Elder Blood have quenched the sword from within, the essence of ancient battlefields stoking its regeneration and thickening the veil of blood that hides its truth.
Artisan-wrought Artefact
Growth Item:
Materials needed for advancement: 1
Bound & Linked
Longsword
Honed II, Self Repair II, Durability II, Bloodline Veil VII
Blinking away the screen, Kaius looked up to find Ianmus staring at the sword with a moderate amount of concern.
“Is it truly still only Common? The thing looks like it’s holding enough magical weight that it could detonate if I breathed on it wrong.” the mage said, staring deeply at the weapon in his lap.
Kaius nodded. He knew what Ianmus meant. Even if each material had morphed his weapon and reinforced its enchantments far beyond the limits of what a Common artefact should be able to bear, it was clear that the vast majority of the power of the materials had been siphoned away into the blade’s core.
He could feel it boiling there—waiting for the right spark to unleash it.
It felt like almost anything would be enough to push it over the edge. Unfortunately, it would have to wait. He had eyes for only one piece.
“Makes you think what bloody dragon bone would do to it, doesn’t it?” he replied, smiling at his weapon in satisfaction.
“You’re willing to wait that long? You heard Rieker, it might take a year with how many missions we would need to secure it.” Porkchop asked.
Kaius shrugged. “I doubt it—he’s already said that others in the guild are getting close to their own Aspects without help. I would be surprised if he won’t be forced to move early to secure the Honours sharing network—by that point we’ll have the full support of the guild, even if he hides our exact identities for now.”
Porkchop grunted. “I suppose that’s true—still, best to be prepared in the off chance it takes longer than expected.”
Nodding back, Kaius was in full agreement with his brother. He was fully ready to set his blade aside in favour of a temporary replacement if he had to. Just because he wanted to nurture his sword with the best possible options didn’t mean he had to sacrifice his own effectiveness in battle.
Even with all the strength that it should by all means lack, Kaius expected that as it was A Father’s Gift was probably straddling the line between an Uncommon and a Rare weapon. With much less variety in effects at that.
“Regardless, I expect the next few weeks will be interesting. Rieker is no doubt going to put you through the ringer, Kaius, considering how close you are to selecting your next spells for both Aelina and Drakthar.” Ianmus replied.
“All of us are, really. A couple of my skills are close to a break point, and from what I can remember Porkchop is close enough to his Shardwall expanding that Rieker will want him to push past it.” he continued.
Kaius only grinned. As harsh as the guildmaster’s training was, he had proven himself a dedicated and effective tutor. The skill growth they had seen under his direct tutelage beggared belief, and he was of no mind to discount their luck in securing his help.
Few people, even the talented, could expect as much time and attention from a renowned warrior of the second tier as they had been afforded.
Still—something deep within him doubted that their days of hard training and blood pumping missions were long for the world. Everything had been going a little too easy for the last few months.
He wouldn’t squander whatever remained of their time. Every scrap of power they could scavenge now might be the thing that saved him when everything went to shit.
Because it always did.
When the hells boiled over, they would be ready. Rieker would make sure of it.
Comments
Thomas V.
Elder dragon? Going by what we’ve learnt so far, even lesser draconids like the wyvern are Tier 2 threats. Actual direct descendants of dragons would be at least Tier 3, if not Tier 4. True, proper dragons? Those seem to be way, way higher up the ladder. So you expecting them to just find a dragon heart laying around before another thousand chapters or so have passed (at the very least) shows that you haven’t been paying a lot of attention. This is a properly designed and developed story, not another shitty power fantasy without any semblance of scale or consequence. If you want stories like that I can recommend you a few, though I don’t get why anyone would actively seek those out.
IdolTrust
I hope the last material would be something better than the dragon bone. Like a fresh elder dragon heart. Or some boss rank monster they would fight. To get the second tier.
Joshua Little
Thanks for the chapter.
Bacon Macleod
Should still be onyx, obsidian is a brain worm that keeps digging its way into my brain
Adunn
Early in the series it was called the Onyx Temple if I recall correctly. Why was it changed to Obsidian?
A B
Edit suggestion: for for far -> for far I get that the intent is his father was 'preparing for' The coming of age, but phrasing it around that makes this 'for for' repetition awkward. Removing one 'for' makes it about the preparation of the sword, which his father had been doing 'for far longer...' which still conveys the idea to the reader but flows more smoothly. bared in his hands -> in terms of weapons it is "bear a weapon" or "bear arms", and the past particle here would be 'borne', "borne in his hands".
Chad Williams
The only saving grace is we get a chapter every day
CrazyOlBen
I've read this series in a week... There's just not enough
tyrone suart
I have been summoned
Chad Williams
Tftc
