Black String of Fate

The clash of steel against steel echoed through the cavern, each strike sending shockwaves through the air. Xavier's heart raced as he swung

Anathema

at the armored figure, the dark energy from the blade crackling with every movement. The figure, towering and clad in black armor that seemed forged from shadows themselves, moved with terrifying speed and precision. Every swing of its sword was a deadly arc of power that Xavier barely managed to block or deflect.

Sweat dripped down his brow, mixing with the cold air as he fought to keep up. The sheer force behind the armored figure's attacks was overwhelming, and for the first time, Xavier felt the weight of true despair creeping into his bones. This wasn't just another fight—this was a battle for his soul, a contest against the very darkness that had plagued him since he first wielded

Anathema

.

"You cannot defeat me, mortal," the figure growled, its voice low and filled with an ancient malevolence. "You are nothing but a vessel for the sword's true power."

The armored figure lunged forward, its blade descending toward Xavier with the force of a mountain. Xavier's instincts screamed at him to move, and he barely managed to sidestep the attack, the figure's sword slamming into the ground where he had just been standing. The impact left a deep fissure in the stone floor, dark energy pulsing from the wound.

Xavier's breath came in ragged gasps, but he refused to yield.

Anathema

hummed in his hand, its dark power swirling around him like a tempest. He could feel the sword urging him to let go, to unleash its full strength and give in to the darkness. But he knew that if he did, he might lose himself forever.

Luna darted in from the side, her spear flashing as she aimed for the armored figure's exposed flank. Her strike was precise, aimed at the gap in the armor between the figure's shoulder and chest. But just before the spear could make contact, the figure twisted with impossible speed, deflecting the blow with its armored gauntlet. The force of the impact sent Luna sprawling back, her spear knocked from her hands.

"Luna!" Xavier shouted, his voice filled with panic as he rushed toward her.

But the armored figure was faster. It raised its sword high, preparing to bring it down on Luna with a killing blow.

"No!" Xavier roared, his heart pounding in his chest.

Without thinking, he surged forward, thrusting

Anathema

with all his strength. The blade, alive with dark energy, met the armored figure's sword just before it could strike Luna. The force of the collision sent another shockwave through the cavern, but Xavier held firm, gritting his teeth as he pushed back against the figure's overwhelming power.

The figure let out a low, guttural laugh, its glowing red eyes narrowing beneath its helm. "You fight well, swordsman. But the more you resist, the stronger the sword's hold over you becomes. Soon, you will be just like me."

Xavier's muscles screamed in protest as he strained against the figure's sword. He could feel the weight of

Anathema

growing heavier in his hand, the darkness within it seeping into his very being. His vision blurred for a moment, and he heard the distant whispers of the sword's past wielders, their voices cold and filled with despair.

Give in… Let go…

"No," Xavier muttered through gritted teeth, shaking his head to clear the fog that threatened to consume him. "I won't become you."

With a surge of adrenaline, Xavier twisted

Anathema

to the side, breaking the deadlock and throwing the armored figure off balance. He followed up with a rapid series of strikes, his movements fluid and precise despite the weight of the sword. Each blow crackled with dark energy, sending sparks flying as his sword met the figure's armored defenses.

But no matter how many times Xavier struck, the figure remained unscathed, its armor absorbing the blows like a black void. It was as if the darkness itself protected the figure, making it impervious to normal attacks.

Luna, recovering from the earlier strike, scrambled to her feet, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the situation. "Xavier, we need a new plan. We can't keep hitting it like this. Its armor is too strong."

Xavier knew she was right, but he didn't know what else to do. The armored figure was too fast, too powerful, and no matter how much dark energy he channeled through

Anathema

, it didn't seem to make a difference.

Then, an idea struck him—something the figure had said earlier. "The more you resist, the stronger the sword's hold over you becomes."

The sword's hold. The curse.

What if the only way to defeat the figure was to confront the darkness head-on, to use

Anathema's

power not as a crutch, but as a weapon against the very thing that had created it?

"Luna," Xavier called out, his voice tense with urgency. "Get ready. I have an idea, but it's risky." Explore more at m,v l'e-NovelBin.net

Luna didn't hesitate. She nodded, retrieving her spear and taking up a defensive position. "What do you need me to do?"

Xavier's grip on

Anathema

tightened as he faced the armored figure once more. "Keep it distracted. I need time."

Luna flashed him a determined smile. "You've got it."

Without waiting for further instruction, Luna charged at the armored figure again, her spear whirling in a blur of motion as she launched a series of feints and strikes. The figure snarled in annoyance, its attention momentarily diverted as it fended off her attacks.

Xavier closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he reached out with his mind, feeling the dark energy of

Anathema

pulsing through him. He had always feared the sword's power, afraid that it would consume him if he allowed it to take over. But now, in this moment, he realized that the only way to break the curse was to embrace the darkness fully—to control it, rather than letting it control him.

The sword hummed in response to his thoughts, the darkness within it swirling like a living thing. Xavier could feel the weight of centuries of bloodshed and despair, the countless lives that had been taken by the blade. But he also felt something else—a spark of defiance, a will that had resisted the sword's corruption for so long.

With a deep breath, Xavier allowed the darkness to flow through him, embracing it without fear. The shadows coiled around him like tendrils of smoke, but instead of feeling the familiar pull of despair, he felt a surge of strength, of clarity.

The armored figure, still locked in combat with Luna, suddenly froze. Its glowing red eyes widened in surprise as it sensed the shift in energy.

Xavier opened his eyes, and for the first time, he didn't fight the darkness. He welcomed it.

The cavern seemed to pulse with dark energy as Xavier raised

Anathema

, the blade now fully alive with black flames. He could feel the sword's immense power coursing through him, but this time, it was different. The sword wasn't controlling him. He was controlling the sword.

"You were right," Xavier said, his voice calm and steady. "I am a vessel for the sword's power. But that doesn't mean I have to become like you."

The armored figure let out a furious roar, lunging at Xavier with renewed fury. But this time, Xavier didn't back down. He met the figure's blade head-on, their swords clashing with a thunderous crack that sent shockwaves through the air.

Dark energy exploded outward from the impact, swirling around them in a chaotic dance of shadows. But instead of overwhelming Xavier, the darkness obeyed him, bending to his will as he channeled it through

Anathema

.

The armored figure's eyes blazed with rage as it swung its sword again and again, each strike more desperate than the last. But Xavier was no longer on the defensive. He moved with purpose, his strikes precise and unyielding, each one driving the figure back.

Luna watched in awe, her spear at the ready, though she didn't interfere. She could sense the shift in Xavier's presence—the darkness that had always haunted him now seemed to be his ally, rather than his enemy.

With a final, powerful strike, Xavier drove

Anathema

into the heart of the armored figure's chest. The blade sank deep, and for a moment, the figure stood frozen, its red eyes flickering with disbelief.

"You… cannot… win," the figure rasped, its voice fading.

Xavier met the figure's gaze, his own eyes filled with determination. "I already have."

With a surge of dark energy, Xavier twisted the blade, shattering the armored figure's form into a burst of shadow and smoke. The figure let out a final, agonized scream before dissolving into nothingness, leaving only a swirling vortex of darkness in its wake.

Xavier staggered back, breathing heavily as he lowered

Anathema

. The sword hummed softly in his hand, its power now calm, obedient. The darkness within him had been tamed—at least for now.

Luna rushed to his side, her eyes wide with concern. "Xavier! Are you alright?"

He nodded, though he still felt the weight of the battle pressing down on him. "I'm fine. I… I think I've finally figured out how to control it."