Otaku Translation: The Amber Sword V2C155

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Chapter 155: The Dawn Part 9

When Metissa unfurled her Wings of the Spirit, she hadn’t given it much thought—it was as instinctive as a general shielding their troops. But as she watched the black-cloaked undead general stand motionless before her, his right arm extended and his spiked gauntlet gripping the massive scythe, leveling it with precision—only then did she realize her mistake.

In the next instant, White vanished from her sight.

The elven princess reflexively swung her spear, but it was too late. She looked up just as the brilliance of her spirit wings dimmed—a cold, dark scythe eclipsed the light, slicing downward in an arc of black energy. A sharp crack echoed through the air as silver chainmail shattered like leaves falling in autumn. Crimson blood bloomed like a garish rose across her chest, painting the ground beneath her in vivid red. Metissa stared at the gash stretching from her shoulder to her abdomen, her face pale with disbelief.

As the undead knight descended, he reached out from beneath his cloak and seized her throat with one hand. With a flick of his wrist, he flung her limp body off her unicorn like a broken marionette. She hit the ground with a thud, sending up a cloud of dust.

White landed beside her, his metallic mask devoid of emotion. He calmly swung his scythe in a perfect crescent, the wind pressure slicing outward like razors. The mercenaries who had finally snapped out of their shock and rushed to protect their fallen leader were sent sprawling, tumbling backward like stalks of wheat under a farmer’s blade.

The screams of the retreating soldiers filled the air as they collapsed in waves. At the epicenter of the devastation, a ten-meter radius around White became a vacuum, empty save for the oppressive presence of death itself. The unicorn charged forward to shield Metissa, but the undead general casually struck it down with a single blow. He looked down at the elven maiden lying in a pool of blood, her silvery gaze growing distant.

Metissa coughed weakly, spitting out blood-tinged foam. The crimson liquid trailed down her slender, pale neck, leaving stark red stains on the earth. Her body felt numb, pain radiating along every nerve, while weariness seeped into her soul. Consciousness began to slip away—but within her fading vision, she saw the cold mask looming closer. White crouched beside her, grabbing her throat and yanking her upward.

“Metissa,” he said, his voice calm and detached, “you haven’t improved at all.”

The Silver Elf princess convulsed, coughing up another mouthful of blood. “You…” she gasped, struggling to form words. But then she saw him close one eye, the other blazing with golden flames, staring directly into hers.

Mind-reading.

“Damn it!” Metissa clenched her teeth, focusing what little Soul Energy remained. It surged around her like water, sealing off the space surrounding her body. Mind-reading might only access surface thoughts, but even so, it was considered dishonorable among highborn wizards—a trick used by those deemed unscrupulous. Yet this spell was widely employed by Madara’s dark nobility, whom the elven maiden knew nothing about. Had Brandon been present, he might have laughed it off, but Metissa trembled with rage, feeling deeply humiliated.

The undead knight shook his head.

“Can’t… hold on…” Metissa muttered weakly, trying to shake free of his grip. Her mind grew hazy, but the icy touch of the spiked gauntlet tightening around her throat made her gag. She knew she couldn’t last much longer, yet she had to warn Lord Brandon before it was too late.

White watched her silently, his golden eyes betraying a flicker of pity. Suddenly, Metissa felt an invisible wall repel her mental connection. Her bond with Brandon—broken.

“You…” she choked, coughing violently.

“There are many ways to use soul essence,” White said, holding her throat like a bird trapped in his grasp. “Madara’s undead have refined such elemental power’s application extensively. I am no exception.” His voice was chillingly matter-of-fact. “Spiritual Barrier: Isolation. Within this space I’ve created, all contact with the material world is severed. To enter or leave requires strength surpassing mine.”

His words cut off abruptly as he turned his head. Raising a hand, he blocked an incoming attack—a fiery figure erupted from the darkness, lightning arcing around her like a storm unleashed. A deafening explosion lit up the night as arcs of electricity tore through the shadows. White grunted, but Cinnabar had already clashed with his left hand once before retreating swiftly.

“Another golden-rank existence,” the undead knight remarked, fixing his gaze on the red-haired girl standing resolutely in the distance. “That young man has quite the talent pool.”

“Release her!” Cinnabar growled, her halberd poised for battle.

White sneered, tossing Metissa aside. He swung his scythe toward Cinnabar, who blinked in surprise as he seemingly vanished from her perception entirely. In the next moment, the cold edge of the scythe grazed her neck, its icy bite stinging sharply. Cinnabar’s heart sank. She had arrived just in time to witness White battling Metissa and assumed that was the extent of his power. Now, realizing how much he had held back, she understood the true depth of his strength.

This undead warrior far exceeded her expectations. According to Brandon’s teachings, such mastery over elemental manipulation placed him firmly at the peak of golden-rank prowess. Only those at that level could partially control their elemental power autonomously. Unfortunately, the intangible nature of spiritual barriers meant Cinnabar had missed her chance to gauge his full capabilities.

But regret served no purpose now. Summoning every ounce of willpower, Cinnabar twisted her body at the last second, avoiding a fatal blow as the scythe slashed across her back. She cried out, sent flying by the force of the impact. Though the strike was heavier than anything Metissa endured, the red-haired girl quickly clutched her shoulder and forced herself upright.

The natural resilience and regenerative abilities of the Divine Messenger far surpassed the frailty inherent to elves.

“Hmm?” White raised an eyebrow, surprised that his attack—delivered with eighty percent of his strength—hadn’t killed her outright. Had he known that this red-haired girl had shrugged off a direct hit from the monstrous Ackerman, the the Divine Messenger of Earth, after merely a week’s rest, he might not have hesitated to unleash his full power.

Their clash carried them away from where Metissa lay, creating an opening. Yet the mercenaries, cowed by earlier losses, hesitated to advance.

Cinnabar glared at them, amber eyes burning like fire.

Meanwhile, Clenxia, Commander of the Rose and Wine Mercenary Company, stood indecisive. Sweat poured down his brow beneath his flowing silver hair. The enemy’s overwhelming strength unsettled him, and his advisors urged retreat. Yet the young nobleman they faced was equally formidable—not only of noble lineage but commanding multiple golden-rank warriors. Any claim that such a person lacked powerful backing would be laughable.

Glancing up, Clenxia saw the elite skeletal spearmen closing in on Metissa under the undead knight’s command. Like a tide of death, they advanced relentlessly.

Clenxia gritted his teeth, finally making a decision. Defying Brandon risked retribution, but survival demanded action. The undead side clearly held the advantage—evidenced by Black Knight’s devastating assaults on both Metissa and Cinnabar. Drawing his sword, he prepared to issue the order to withdraw. But just as he stepped back, a small hand tugged at his sleeve.

It was Funiya.

The middle-aged man looked down to find the child gazing up at him with deep, emerald-green eyes. “Uncle?” she whispered softly.

Clenxia froze. He understood what Funiya meant. How could he explain to this innocent girl that he intended to flee? Opening his mouth, he found the words stuck in his throat. Looking into Funiya’s earnest face, he couldn’t help but think of his own daughter. His wife and child had perished in the chaos of Eruin’s border wars—a tragedy shared by countless families enduring decades of conflict.

Closing his eyes, Clenxia broke into a cold sweat.

“Commander?” his aide asked tentatively.

Opening his eyes, veins of red threading through them, Clenxia declared hoarsely, “We gamble everything.”

Everyone around him stiffened.

“Leave victory or defeat to Marsha.”

“Leave victory or defeat to Marsha!”

With newfound resolve, the mercenaries surged forward, colliding with row upon row of skeletal warriors. Combat erupted instantly. Those nearest to Metissa formed a protective wall, lifting the elven princess from the blood-soaked ground at her urging. Though barely conscious, she realized her situation—and one final opportunity to turn the tide.

Metissa took a deep breath—

…

Cinnabar crossed blades with White again, sustaining her third injury. As she wiped blood from her lips, shouts erupted behind her. Turning, she heard the mercenaries yelling encouragement: “Put everything you’ve got into one final attack!”

Everything into one attack?

What did they mean?

Cinnabar frowned, but her gaze followed theirs to Metissa, half-sitting amidst the crowd. The elven princess’s eyes were nearly vacant, yet a flicker of desperate hope burned brightly within. In that instant, Cinnabar understood. “One final attack, huh?” She raised her halberd, Halberd of Thunder—Logos. Its tip sparked with blinding arcs of electricity. Swinging it wide, she drove back the approaching undead knight.

White paused, taken aback.

Cinnabar leveled her weapon, and in that moment, torrents of lightning surged from her body. Her crimson ponytail unraveled, strands floating upward as though caught in an unseen breeze. Staring intently at the undead knight, she bared her fangs in a fierce grin. The lightning coiled upward, channeling into the halberd—

“The Seventh String—”

“The Thunderclap Resonance!”

The battlefield erupted in dazzling light.

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