novelraw Chapter 101 : The Clash That Shook Heaven
Chapter 101 : The Clash That Shook Heaven
(Rooga POV)
The field was trembling.
Every blade of grass stood upright, drawn toward the center where Father and Kain faced each other — neither smiling now.
Kain’s breathing slowed, his stance lowering into a perfect lunge. The air around him vibrated, pulling inward, gathering light from the morning sun itself.
He exhaled once, and the ground cracked beneath his feet.
“This,” he said, voice steady as steel, “is the art of Marrowblade.”
The air shimmered. At first it looked like his mana exploded — but instead of scattering, every spark, every ripple, every drop of energy bent inward, drawn to the tip of his sword.
A single point of power.
The air around it warped. My skin prickled just watching.
Father shifted his stance slightly, lowering his sword to his side. His expression didn’t change, but the ground around his feet began to glow with faint cyan light.
“So,” he said quietly, his voice carrying even through the hum of mana. “We’re going to end this, huh?”
He lifted his blade. The cyan energy surged upward, piercing the clouds — a column of mana that reached the sky and split it open with a single flash.
For the first time, I saw the air itself bend around him.
Even Kain’s grin faltered for a heartbeat.
Then the HUD appeared before me.
[Skill Detected: Supreme Sword Art — Divine Thrust]
The pinnacle form of the Marrowblade lineage. A sword art that compresses all surrounding mana and intent into a singular point before release.
Effect: Delivers absolute penetration within a single motion. Capable of piercing physical and magical barriers alike.
Requirement: Perfect control of body, breath, and mana convergence. Failure results in core rupture.
My eyes widened. That much power… focused into one strike.
Another notification flickered right beside it.
[Skill Detected: Supreme Sword Art — Heavenly Slash]
The highest evolution of pure slashing technique. A sword art that channels divine mana through motion, severing both material and etheral energy.
Effect: Generates a spatial cleave capable of bisecting mana itself.
Requirement: Perfect alignment between will and element — failure causes mana backlash.
Two masters, two peaks — both ready to destroy the world for the sake of a friendly duel.
The air screamed.
Kain’s blade glowed white-hot, a spear of condensed destruction.
Father’s cyan aura surged brighter until the entire field shimmered under its light.
Lyra’s voice cut through the rising hum like thunder.
“These bastards!”
She pulled something from her pocket — one of the Bloom vials I’d made. Without hesitation, she popped the seal and drank.
Her eyes glowed gold. Mana rippled around her like lightning wrapped in storm clouds.
“Selene, cover the kids!” she shouted.
Mother’s arms wrapped around Riaz and Eria instantly. I didn’t move — I couldn’t.
Lyra slammed her hands together, sparks arcing between her fingers. Her mana flared violently, drawing both earth and storm from the air.
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The ground shattered outward, and from it rose a wall of crystal so massive it dwarfed the trees.
Lightning danced inside its core, fused with veins of glowing earth mana — pure and sharp, like living diamond.
[Advanced Combined Skill Detected: Diamond Wall]
Requirement: Multiple Advanced Earth and Lightning Techniques.
Effect: Creates a near-impenetrable mana shield by crystallizing charged energy.
Additional Effect: Absorbs divine mana temporarily to reinforce structure.
The wall shimmered with the faint blue-green light of Maori’s essence, pulsing like a heartbeat.
Father and Kain were already in motion.
Two streaks of light — one white, one cyan — met in the air.
There was no sound at first, only blinding radiance.
Then, the world shook.
But it wasn’t the explosion I expected.
It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t violent.
It was soft. Controlled.
The energy folded inward instead of bursting outward. The Diamond Wall cracked, humming from the pressure — then stilled.
And through the haze, a silhouette stepped forward.
A woman in gleaming silver armor, her shield raised, her hair flowing like strands of sunlight.
The glow of Solmaria’s holy insignia shimmered faintly across her breastplate.
Melissa.
Her shield pressed between the two masters’ blades, her voice calm but firm. “Enough.”
Father’s eyes widened slightly. Kain froze, his blade still vibrating with mana.
She looked between them, a faint smile ghosting across her lips. “You haven’t changed. Either of you.”
Behind her came two more figures — a tall man with a longbow slung across his back, and beside him, a silver-furred beastwoman whose every step cracked the ground.
Acker. Noile.
Kain blinked once, then groaned. “Of course it’s you. The Shield of Solmaria herself.”
Melissa ignored him completely, her gaze locked on Father. “And Darius… you haven’t changed. Still pretending peace suits you.”
Father smiled faintly. “You look well, Melissa.”
“Well enough to remind you what real discipline looks like,” she said sweetly — then glanced at Mother, her smile tightening. “Selene, is it? I’ve heard about you. The mage from Asterion.”
Mother’s tone was polite. “That’s right.”
Melissa’s gaze softened, but her words didn’t. “You’ve done well to keep him alive this long. Though if Darius and I had a son, he’d probably be a swordmaster by now.”
Her eyes slid toward Mother — a side glance sharp enough to cut steel.
Mother’s smile didn’t waver. “I’m sure he would.”
Kain muttered, “Still the same holy tongue with a devil’s edge."
Melissa’s expression softened again as she turned toward Kain. “We came because we heard troubling whispers. The corruption in these lands has begun stirring again.”
Father’s posture straightened slightly. “From who?”
Melissa smiled faintly. “From that harpy.” while she point to the sky
I looked up at the sky just in time to see a small harpy Chera flutter down and perch on the fence post — her feathers pale as snow, eyes bright with recognition.
“She found me near the Solmarian border,” Melissa continued. “Carrying a letter sealed with Lyra’s mark.”
I turned toward Lyra in surprise. She stood beside the porch, silent, her expression unreadable.
Melissa held up the folded parchment. “It asked for aid — quietly, urgently. It said only one thing: ‘Send those who still remember Valemont.’ So we came.”
Father’s brow furrowed. “Aid for what, exactly?”
Melissa opened her mouth to answer, but before she could, Mother clapped her hands lightly. “You must be tired after the journey. Please — come inside first. The air out here is heavy.”
Lyra stepped in smoothly, voice calm. “Yes, best to rest. Talking about old nightmares on an empty stomach isn’t wise.”
Melissa tilted her head, suspicious. “Nightmares?”
“Figure of speech,” Lyra replied.
The silence that followed was heavy. Even Acker shifted uneasily, and Noile scratched at the ground with her clawed foot, muttering something about “human tension.”
Finally, Mother smiled again — that warm but forced kind of smile. “Come. Dinner is ready. We can talk after.”
Melissa glanced once more at Father, clearly unconvinced, but followed her inside. Acker and Noile trailed behind, quiet as shadows.
Once they were gone, Lyra stayed in the yard with Father and Kain.
The moment the door shut behind the guests, she spun toward them, eyes flashing.
“You two,” she said flatly. “You nearly turned this place into a crater.”
Kain lifted his hands defensively. “We were holding back.”
“Your holding back cracked the sky!”
Father exhaled slowly. “We didn’t intend—”
Lyra cut him off. “You never intend. You just swing until the world bends around you.”
Kain snorted. “Sounds about right.”
Lyra glared at both of them — then her eyes went unfocused.
“Lyra?” I stepped forward, but she didn’t hear me.
Her face went pale. She staggered, the mana glow around her flickering like a candle in wind.
Then she collapsed.
Father caught her instantly, cradling her in his arms. “She’s out of mana again,” he muttered, voice low but tight.
Kain crouched beside them. “That vial she drank earlier — it burned through her core. She’s lucky she’s still breathing.”
Father nodded once. “She wanted to save the kids.”
Kain sighed. “And nearly killed herself doing it.”
They carried her inside together.
The field that had once rung with laughter and steel fell quiet again — the kind of quiet that hides too many secrets.