The Crimson Blade Chronicles: Shadows of Destiny

Chapter 6

"What's that fiery glow over there?" Lumina's excitement ignited as she darted off, but Seraph, grasping its true nature, elucidated, "That is a dark and vengeful flame, a manifestation of hatred. It stands in stark contrast to the illuminating arts of healing spells and benevolent incantations." Lumina wished she had known beforehand, feeling foolish for her ignorance. Seraph quickly reassured her, "Don't worry, Lumina. This place, Cascadia, is hidden beneath Ravens Peak. Pixies inhabit this realm, known for their beautiful art and unique way of life." As Lumina approached the house, a strange sensation gripped her heart, causing her to lose consciousness. Just as Seraph was about to scream her name, Aervos emerged from the mist, his voice dripping with malevolence. Seraph questioned him, "Aervos, what are you doing?" Aervos explained his intention to resurrect the ravens, leaving Seraph filled with a sense of despair. "LUMINA!!" Seraph cried out, consumed by worry, Aervos found himself questioning his own feelings, contemplating why he even cared for her. "Tell me, Seraph, why do you have such strong feelings for her?" he pondered. "You see, it was I who initially asked her out on a date. However, it hardly matters now, for I possess ultimate power and control." Fury surged through Seraph's veins as he brandished a blade, channeling his seething anger into its very essence. "Aervos, get out of my way! I swear, I will make you suffer!" With a burst of relentless power, Seraph tore through the forest, cleaving trees asunder, the air vibrating with his rage. Aervos barely managed to evade his wrath, but Seraph's fury only intensified. "You underestimate me, Aervos! You will regret crossing my path!" In a moment of opportunity, Aervos snatched Lumina, realizing her pivotal role in unlocking the sacred realm of the Ravens, fueling Seraph's wrath even further. "Seraph you can't stop me, the ravens will help me, soon enough this entire forest will be gone!" Brimming with unquenchable anger, Seraph's gaze pierced through Aervos as he retreated into the mist. A curious pixie cautiously approached the scene, witnessing the destruction. "Whoa! What on earth transpired here? Did you... do this?" she asked, her voice laced with astonishment. Ignoring the pixie's attempt to console him, Seraph's fury raged on. "Tell me, pixie, who are you to interfere in this chaos?" he demanded, his voice laced with raw anger. The pixie, taken aback, stumbled over her words, trying to match his intensity. "I am Meliora, a pixie warrior, but consider me off duty... for now," she replied, her own voice tinged with caution in the face of Seraph's seething wrath. After a tumultuous journey, Seraph finally found solace within the city of the pixians, Cascadia. As the adrenaline subsided, his racing thoughts began to settle, and a sense of calm washed over him. Meliora, a guide and protector of Cascadia, spoke passionately about the prophecy of the forgotten flames. "Cascadia is a realm brimming with wonders, Seraph. My duty is to safeguard this city from those who seek to bring harm upon us," she explained with determination.

A peculiar sensation enveloped Seraph as he clutched the dual infinity blade, forged by his brothers. In an instant, a vivid vision unfolded before his eyes, so tangible it felt like a distorted reality. Overwhelmed, he dropped to his knees, his voice filled with anguish. "What is happening to me?!" he cried out, his senses assaulted by the vision's intensity. Meliora swiftly recognized that Seraph was the chosen one, the prophet. Offering him unwavering support, she reassured him, "You can overcome this nightmare, Seraph! You possess the strength to fight."

Gradually, Seraph shook off the unsettling vision and began to describe what he had witnessed. "I saw a towering pillar of flames, and within it, my brother. Kaelos was there," he recounted, his voice tinged with both awe and trepidation. A gentle breeze brushed against his face, causing him to shudder with fear. Meliora, realizing the weight of the prophecy, proceeded to explain its significance.

"Seraph, you are the lost prophet," she revealed, her voice filled with reverence. Urgently, she requested to examine his blades, knowing they held the key to unraveling the prophecy. With keen eyes, she studied the dual swords and came to a remarkable realization. "Hmm, Seraph, it seems you are a worthy warrior to wield this blade. But there is one final form it can take—the Last Dragon Flame," she explained, her voice tinged with awe and respect. "To unlock its full potential, we must seek out a specialized blacksmith. Fortunately, I know just the one."

With the weight of the prophecy momentarily set aside, Meliora led Seraph to Lukia, the renowned blacksmith of Cascadia. Lukia was known for her mastery in forging the most potent and legendary weapons within the realm. Seraph's heart raced with anticipation as they ventured towards Lukia's workshop, eager to unlock the true power of the dual infinity blade and the dual dakra so he can fulfill his role as the prophet destined to shape the course of fate.