CHAPTER 108: MYTHICAL HUNT (3)

"Halphar, are you idiots not done yet?!" roared an enraged Ae’shkar, who was bleeding quite heavily.

The skirmish in the corner paused as everyone turned to look.

The hearts of the Veshari Bladeborns sank, horrified to see that only the two SS-rankers and three A-rankers remained.

The others had already been killed by the mythical swordspawn.

Ahfa and Akri felt their blood run cold, realizing that they, too, would have probably lost a life had they been assigned to fight the unholy-looking spawn.

They shuddered as they heard the spine-chilling lyrics of its song:

"Little grays, tremble and sway~ So I may mark your souls and reap them one day~ MEGHEKHEKHEK!"

The way the last part was unsettlingly rasped out, followed by a cackle that seemed to have come straight out of a nightmare, planted a seed of fear in their hearts.

What did this Swordspawn mean?!

The relatively dumber ones didn’t overthink, believing the worst thing that could happen is them losing one life.

Halphar is among this group.

But the two SS-rankers and the B-ranker, Ahfa, were deeply unnerved, coldly sweating.

Daru narrowed his eyes, shifting his attention to the real threat: Kazuraga.

If things continued, then all the bladeborns here would likely lose a life, perhaps more, based on what the satyrian spawn was singing.

Although less smart than most Vesharis, there were many humans dumber than Halphar.

The Veshari S-ranker, too, was torn on what he should do.

He wasn’t confident about killing Onimaru Kunitsuna in a short time.

Furthermore, Asipha, Ankara, and the others who were tasked to kill Edelweiss didn’t seem to be doing too well.

Just when the Vesharis were beginning to panic, Daru spoke:

"We’re all gonna be wiped out at this rate."

Ahfa couldn’t agree more.

However, it was Halphar who responded:

"Then why don’t you two just die already so we can help our comrades, huh? That way, the victory would at least belong to us, the bladeborns. What do you say?"

Ahfa couldn’t disagree more.

Sometimes, he truly couldn’t help but wonder how Halphar turned out this way.

While he was incredibly talented, he was the black sheep in his family when it came to intellect.

But again, before Ahfa could voice out his thoughts and suggest a better idea, Daru had already opened his mouth:

"I say you’re not too smart. How about we all work together for now to contain that mythical swordspawn instead? Then we can fight to our hearts’ content as bladeborns."

Halphar was infuriated.

He knew he wasn’t too smart, but being bluntly told so, especially by someone from another race, naturally stung.

However, he also couldn’t deny that what Onimaru Kunitsuna suggested was indeed better.

"Hmph!" Halphar could only snort in displeasure for now, turning around. "I’ll let you off for now. Everyone, we’re entering a temporary alliance with the humans!"

Ae’shkar and Lothara, who were desperately fighting for their lives, heard the truce.

They didn’t like it. But it was the most logical choice in this situation, so they didn’t reprimand Halphar for it.

Killing two S-ranker novices from an enemy race should be way easier than slaying a mythical swordspawn, even if it was missing two limbs.

Naturally, if the Vesharis heard it, Kazuraga did, too.

The satyr sang once more, this time one that was common among his race:

"Little human, do not stray~ Cross a line, and your soul’s my pay~ MEGHEKHEKHEK!"

Daru had an idea what the song meant: the Satyrian Contract.

But he ignored Kazuraga’s warning.

He hadn’t forgotten about it, since it was his ticket to a battle against a mythical swordspawn in the future.

Daru had a plan.

Locking gazes with Iris, the two nodded at each other.

Asipha and Ankara observed them for a few moments before quickly following Halphar back to the center of the cavern.

Daru and Iris did the same.

They circled to the side, unwilling to stand too close to the Vesharis.

Everyone soon got into position. But joining the battle wasn’t so easy, as the three main participants were going all out.

Even Halphar had to look for a proper timing. Otherwise, he would only end up either dying or hindering the two SS-rankers.

"MEGHEKHEKHEK! Die, little gray!" cackled Kazuraga as he swept his amethyst katana at Lothara, who was in mid-air and couldn’t dodge.

There wasn’t a hint of despair on her face.

In fact, she looked relatively relaxed at that moment, as though she was sure she would survive.

The amethyst katana seemed to be well on its way to end Lothara, but before it made contact, a figure appeared in front of her: Ae’shkar.

The fairly tall and lean male Veshari had grown two moonlit horns, eyes glowing a soft silver, and his sword burned with grayish-white starfire.

A piercing, metallic clang rang in the next moment as Kazuraga’s blade collided with Ae’shkar’s.

The latter was sent skidding back a few centimeters, but that was it.

Lothara, on the other hand, suddenly vanished, emerging from behind and stabbing at the mythical swordspawn’s neck.

But the satyr only bleated in mockery.

It was as though Kazuraga had long been waiting for this.

He turned his eerily flexible neck ninety degrees, blocking the shadowy blade with his horn, all while already turning for the counterattack.

Lothara’s eyes widened the moment her attack was blocked.

From the side, she saw that the amethyst katana was already in motion to cut her.

’Ahfakriphar!!’ she cursed inwardly.

She caught a glimpse of Halphar earlier, still struggling to look for an opening.

There was no way Ae’shkar would make it in time to save her again.

However, she at least found solace in the vindictive thought that even if she lost a life, her comrade would, at the very least, be able to grievously wound the hateful swordspawn.

Her family’s influence and the tier of her sword would also be able to restore her lost life, although she would have to wait a while.

What else could Lothara do except accept her fate for now?

But then another blurry silhouette suddenly popped out of nowhere from the other side of her vision.

The next thing she knew, the amethyst blade was firmly stopped a few dozen inches away from her neck.

A blonde-colored hair swayed in the wind as a nameplate of a bladeborn hovered in front, trial name displayed in glaring red: Onimaru Kunitsuna.

The male human S-ranker was the first one to find an opening and join the battle.

"You’re severely weakened, and you’re lacking an arm and a leg, but I accept that this is my current limitation. I apologize for my incompetence. Let’s fight, Kazuraga."