**WARNING!** Heavy use of language and violence is present. Some scenes may not be suitable for younger readers.
This book, "Regal Rift," is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidenta...
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Captain Eamon walked slowly toward him, holding the metal sword aloft and reciting an ancient incantation, his sneer illuminated by the firelight dancing in his eyes.
Raising his sword, Eamon began to chant, his voice becoming a low, steady growl.
The words that left his mouth were ancient, passed down only to those who held a fire affinity, words known only to those who could truly wield flame.
As the final word left his lips, the air around them seemed to catch fire. The temperature shot up in an instant, and the flames in the chamber roared in response.
Lyxander felt the oppressive heat pressing against him, but he remained unfazed, watching as the sword in Eamon's hands began to change.
The steel of the blade shimmered, vibrating as if alive. Cracks began to form along its surface, glowing with an inner fire.
Eamon's grip tightened, and with a deep, resonating rumble, the sword began to twist and warp, the metal softening and melting into molten rock.
Lyxander's gaze remained locked on Eamon, his eyes narrowing as the transformation unfolded before him.
The sword's once-dull steel seemed to melt away, replaced by a vibrant core of molten fire.
Flames swirled around its form, alive with a destructive energy, like a storm of rage unleashed.
The blade began to elongate, twisting and warping, the molten rock shaping itself into a jagged, yet perfect edge.
Sparks flew from its fiery surface, each crackle and pop sending a wave of heat more intense than any fire Lyxander had ever felt.
Eamon grinned, feeling the immense power surge through his hands as the Emberstone Blade fully took shape.
The sword hummed with energy, its fiery glow lighting up the entire chamber as if it had come alive.
His eyes gleamed with triumph, the heat radiating from the blade warping the very air around them.
"This is my power, Your highness," Eamon growled, raising the sword high.
In a split second, Captain Eamon lunged forward, his blade igniting with a fiery aura as he unleashed the Phoenix Rend.
A devastating technique of the Emberstone blade. A searing wave of flame followed the arc of his swing, forcing Prince Lyxander to react instantly.
Lyxander met the attack head-on, his blade clashing against Eamon's with full force. Sparks flew as the collision of steel rang out, and the heat from Eamon's fire magic washed over them.
Each of Eamon's strikes came harder and faster, each blow infused with the intensity of the Phoenix Rend.
Lyxander gritted his teeth, parrying and countering with all his strength, though he held back the full power of his magic sword.
